CHAPTER 21
"I told you I was going to regret this." I say as I walk inside my room where Gretchen is sitting on her bed, flipping through a book.
She looks up at me and frowns.
"What? Why?" She asks as I throw my robe on the bed and head for the wardrobe.
"April?"
I grab the empty cardboard box on top and bring it down, taking it to my bed.
I couldn't cry.
On the way here I tried but I cant...and I wont. I've lost every fight in me to cry. Instead anger had surged through me the whole time on my way back and as I drop the empty cardboard box on my bed, I take a deep breath.
I should have slapped him.
I should have screamed, then slap him so hard, he will realise how bad he had broken whatever we were.
Then again, I knew I was jumping into trouble. Over and over and over and I k
