Chapter 8
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Of course, Charlotte was rude but the least I expected was her to talk to me in that regard.
Why would I? It made no sense at all. Was I that deep in love that I had ridiculed myself so much?
I scoffed and stood up. I was at fault. I had been too deep in love and had made myself so small in front of Charlotte.
“I came here only because you were my best friend. True, I love your brother but I came here because I thought of you as a friend. As my best friend.
I believed if anyone else would not, believe me, you would.
I believed you would be able to comfort me but it’s fine. I guess I made a mistake” I sniffed back in the liquid that threatened to fall from my nose.
“Raquel” She started with a low voice, trying to hold my hand but I was upset. I had had enough.
I snatched my hand and dashed out of their house quickly.
“Suit yourself” She hissed and closed the door at me.
Out of anger, I walked back home. I could not imagine what I went through.
The marks leaving, the ridicule from Charlotte, Wyatt's action, everything was heartbreaking.
I unlocked the door and walked in, jumping on one of the sofas and curling on it. I was deeply hurt.
I placed my head on my knee, letting my tears fall out.
The tears of pain, anger, and shame. Just then, I felt someone's hands on me. I felt the hug.
I raised my head quickly to see who it was but I gasped at the sight. Was I dreaming again?
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