I hate you.
Not even hate. Despise.
We agreed to keep quiet, keep it secret, not open our mouths, not say a word.
what'd you do?
go and tell a bunch of people.
this isn't one big game of telephone you fucker.
i trusted you. i let you run off with that information. you told me you could keep a secret. clearly not.
YOU ARE READING
Hiding
Teen Fictionat one point, you get tired of hiding it. you take off the mask, detailed with cracks, bruises, and tears.
