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Ch. 42 ' Shredded Hearts Bleed.

Jason climbs down the table, forcing me to confront the mess created. I hoped he would stay still for much longer, so there'd be more time to ready myself for the consequences. Looking now, I realise no amount of time could've prepared me for this.

As Jason climbs down, ice cream drips down his shirt. That's the number one horror.

Number two horror . . .

There's ice cream everywhere. The one that rolled off came open as I guessed it would, with half of it melted. The iced other half . . . I grit my teeth together as bile threatens to choke me. It is on Jason's phone.

Bile eventually chokes me when I see Jason's test sheet beside it, soaking in a pool of yoghurt.

It has been there all this while?

It's the fact that Jason hasn't started yelling I find most surprising. He's still staring at the mess on the table, still digesting it.

When he finally looks at me, his eyes completely shatter the little dignity left in me.

They're so broken.

He looks at the table, takes slow steps to his seat. He picks up the test sheet and stares at it for what feels like forever. At a point, he stops staring at it. It's still in his hands, only that he's looking through it. In the end, it slips from his grasp.

"What did you just do?"

I can't even bring myself to open my mouth. I also try in vain to shake my head. To look away. To do anything.

He returns his gaze to the table. "I asked you to leave me . . . from the start," he murmurs.

Yes, you did. Yes, I should've. I really should've.

Why do I only learn after sh*t's gone down?

"What did I ever do to you, Yesmi?" his voice starts brittle and ends taut. He's glowering at me, but in those angry eyes are tears.

Jason is crying.

"What?!"

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A NUISANCE?!"

I'm sorry. My neck loses its strength, I drop my eyes to the table.

"From the very beginning!"

I'm sorry.

"You know what you just did?!"

I'm sorry.

"You've ruined my test sheet, how am I supposed to get Mr Matthew to accept it now?! HOW?!"

I'm so sorry.

"You've  . . . ruined my chances of getting an A. If I don't get an— If I don't get it Dad won't let me play football again." Sobs permeate his last words.

Those words, and the sobs, they destroy me. My crying enters full mode.

"Why did you do this, Yesmi? Why?!"

I sob harder. "I didn't mean to."

"SHUT THE FVCK UP! You never mean to. You just somehow have a ball of bad luck following you everywhere you go! I am fed up. I am just so fed up and tired of you."

I'm sorry.

"Wrong things. You're always doing the wrong things. You ruin my family. You ruin my social life. You ruin my relationship. And now MY DREAM!"

I slowly bring my head up. No.

"YES!" His eyes are bloodshot, whole face vibrating. "Yes, you rotten human!"