KYLE GARCIA
"Miss Suzie we need your help. It's Kyle. He doesn't do any thing anymore other than play video games. He doesn't even eat or sleep..."
I take the phone from my mom's grip and disconnect the call. Her eyes that were wet with tears stare at me in disbelief. This was the first contact I had made with her since on Sunday.
"Kyle baby.." She got up from the table abruptly.
I take a step back. I couldn't bring myself to forgive her, not just yet.
"You are calling her again? Didn't you realize it was not a good idea after doing it and it blew up in both our faces?"
She frowned.
"Kyle you have to understand I was looking out for you."
"I understand that. I do. What I don't understand is why you told Dawson. And why he said it in front of everyone, or why they treated her like
