"Okay this is it!" I cry harder, and pound my fist on the cold table. "I don't understand why you lied! You lied to our whole group of friends when I was willing to come clean! You pushed me away to keep a reputation, and Beah is the only one who knows! I can't take this torture! Genevieve...either you stop ignoring me, or don't ever talk to me again!"
She stares at me across the table, her eyes drift from my torn, beat up face, to the stinging handcuffs on my wrist. Then without a word, she gets up mand walks out...
Guys this is a new story I'm working on!!! Tell me if you like it!!
