There’s too many to count
By the time we’d house was packed, and loud. Rochelle was definitely partying.
Lights coated the entire house, even though it was now nighttime. She hung Christmas lights on the ceiling, on the walls, everywhere and anywhere she could. Everything was glowing yellow, and dated music screamed throughout the house, but still no one cared. They did however care when Hayes and I walked through the door. Hayes stayed glued to my hip, but not too close. The stares made me jumpy, and scared. It made me feel guilty. Deep down, I just wanted to hold Hayes’s hand, to make this feeling go away. Just like when we were kids.
“Why are they all looking at us?” Hayes laughs.
I guess he didn’t hear the news, maybe he was telling the truth after all.
Rochelle breaks the silenc
