home. Alone. Another form of betrayal I had yet to recognize.

As much as I tried, I just couldn't stay away though, he had this control over me.

I was weak. I was so weak.

A couple weeks later I made the mistake of answering his call. He sounded so hurt, good. He deserved to be hurt. I told him that before I would even consider seeing him he had to do one thing. This was my test. If he did this, he cared.
I told him he had to apologize to my father for not sending condolences for my grandmother's death. That was my punishment for him... I made him do what he should have done all along.
He awkwardly walked into my house that night and sat down with my father. My dad said nothing to him, he just waited. I was waiting in my room just listening. A...

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