Chapter 17
Lula Lopez
"I'm sorry, Javier," These were the last words I said to him before he walked out, jamming the door behind him. Waves of guilt hit me over and over again. Yet I continue to ask myself: How could I have overreacted like that?
Once again, I have ruined a good thing with my own hands. I must be cursed. My mom's words suddenly made more sense to me. My daddy's death happened because of me because I was being such a stupid kid; I know this because my mom never lets me forget it. Sometimes I feel as though she hates me for something I could not control.
I dropped onto Javier's bed as the events of some minutes ago flashed before my eyes. The words I said to him, how I didn't let him explain himself. I cannot begin to imagine how hurt he must be. So what if he posts a pi
