Anna.
Mary sits on her sofa, her face flushed red, as she rubs my back soothingly while tears stream down my face.
It’s been an hour since I left my parents, and I called Mary right away to see if I could come over. Thankfully, she agreed; her husband had vanished into the bedroom with Matthew when he saw the black mascara running down my cheeks.
“Everything will be okay, sweetie. Don’t worry,” she assures me.
I shake my head. “They’re asshole. I knew he came only to mess everything up. He told my dad, and now he wants me to stop seeing Jack, or he will take over.”
Her eyes widen. “Wait, hold on. You’re seeing each other?”
Tears begin to fall again as I cover my face with my hands. “No, not after he let his so-called friend kiss him in front of me.”
Her voice raises. “He did what?”
