Chapter 19

Desirée’s point of view

Seated on Alex’s lap, head cuddled up on her chest in my dark bedroom, I find myself crying again and drenching her already wet with my tears shirt.

Ever since we got home she hasn’t said a word or force me to say anything. She just hugged me and I was back to square one with the crying which lead us to this position.

My mom’s been coming into the room to check up on me and honestly, I don’t want to see anyone besides Al. She makes me feel less shitty. I’m afraid of her reaction when I tell her the truth. God knows if I was her I’d be pissed. I mean it’s not my fault but I can’t help but feel as though I could have prevented all of this. How? I don’t exactly know.

Mr Danes and I have been going back and forth with this issue for two years now. It all started in sophomor year and since then he’s been threatening me. I don’t fail Maths because I’m dumb or because I want to fail, but it’s because it was my only option.