Chapter 29
It’s Sunday, two days since Carter and his cronies destroyed Trey’s truck and humiliated me with my own words. I haven’t seen Trey. He’s been working, but he’s called and checked on me several times. Each time he called, I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying or begging him to never leave me. Yes, I am just one big ball of warm fuzzies. In all honesty, I’m beginning to get on my own damn nerves.
I’ve debated going and visiting Candy, but I just don’t know if I can handle seeing her so weak and weary. Instead, I sit at my window and watch the wind blowing the trees and the world going on even as I am crumbling on the inside. My mom has checked in on me and keeps asking about the dance, and I keep sidestepping around the topic. My dad, well, he’s still being an ass, so I ju
