Sydney
They say third time’s the charm.
You know…when you fail twice and try again, you might actually get it right the third time.
But in my case? It wasn’t about getting it right. It was about finally seeing what I shouldn’t have ignored all along.
And it took three times—three stupid chances, to realize everyone has been right about Dean.
That night I had to sneak into the kitchen to grab some food so no one would see how swollen my eyes were.
I grabbed two cans of chunked pineapples and peaches—hugged them to my chest like they could fix me, then slipped back upstairs as quietly as I could.
But when I woke up the next day, it felt like I’d run into a wall. And even if I had, I couldn’t remember.
All I remembered was dragging myself up from my bed with this throbbing headach
