I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath.
His words keep replaying in my head.
You are a mistake. You’ve always been.
What did he mean by that?
How am I mistake?
Those are probably words that he meant in the heat of the anger to hurt me, but something inside me says that’s not true. That he meant what he said.
Shaking my head, I lock my door and set my mattress on the bed. I search for nooks and corners hoping to find a single bill, but find none. He took every single penny that I made in the past few months.
Like a maniac I keep searching, because I refuse to believe that I was stupid enough to keep all my earning under my bed. I should’ve thought better.
Tears wet my face and I start sobbing when I realize that I have nothing.
First my books and now my money.
What’s next. The people I care about?
That thought alone makes me weep harder.
I feel so lost and scared.
When is it going to end?
21
HEATH
“We are doing it,”Sebastian says the minute we step out of the business classroom.
“We are not,” I grumble.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
I sigh. “I’m not doing it, Bash.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a waste of my time.”
“I can give you a hundred reasons why it’ll be fun.” He pleads, brimming like an excited kid.
“Not interested.”
He says immediately, “Hope will be excited to see your stall at bake sale.”
My head turns and without thinking I say, “You think so?”
A shit-eating grin appears on his face. “So,thatgot you, huh?”
“Shut up.”
He laughs. “As soon as I mentionedherthe stall doesn’t sound like a waste of time to you.”
I avoid looking at him as my cheeks twinge a little. “I don’t think she’ll want to be there.”
