The way he looked at me felt cold and hard, like vodka sliding down your throat after a long days work.
God knew why he hated me, I had prayed to be answered that question.
"White trash," his voice echoed through my mind everytime he looked at me.
Nothing but slimy white trash.
Our relationship ended when he slammed the door. That stupid door that has ended so many before.
Even now that he's dropped out of school, I see him everywhere.
He was my everything.
Please Darrel...please come back.