I sat on my desk chair writing in my dairy. A soft knock snapped me from my writing. I muttered a come in, and the handle was twisted opened and Charlie walked in.
"How do you feel now bud?"
"The cut from the mirror hurts and my wrist too but am fine, about yesterday am sorry." I blurted out.
"You don't have to, it wasn't your fault okey?"
I nodded.
"I just wanna know about the b-blond guy you were talking about, you said he hurt you when you were nine and what happened in Miami."
"Oh, I said that?" I whispered to Charlie's hearing.
"I wanna know what happened when I was not there for you I mean when Anthony had you."
I took a deep breath, about the blond freak, he..um.." I sigh. "Am not ready to talk about it. I stood up turning my back on Charlie.
"Hey," he gently spun me around
