My Little Getaway

He sat there, frozen, staring at me. "I- I didn't know it was that serious. Charlotte, you have to tell somebody!" He says with slight anger in his voice. "Who am I supposed to tell?" I ask a little angry "My parents who are never there anymore? The people who will look at me like I'm crazy?" I fight the tears threatening to come down my face. He looks at me with anger in his eyes. I knew he wasn't mad at me, but for some reason, it really hurt. "Oh, I dont know? Maybe your bestfriend who is sitting right in front of you!" He screams. I look up at him, shocked he was taking his anger out on me. What if he actually was mad at me? But why? "I just did! It has only been going on a day and you're the first person to hear about it! Does that make you feel better, Julio?" I ask upset, tears about to come out my eyes and down my cheeks. My eyes sting as I try to hold them back. Why is he so mad at me? I just told him what it was. For a few hours, I thought he actually felt the same way.