I never thought anything would go this far, yet it has. I'm Rayna, I'm 22 years old and living in an apartment hardly worth its title. It's all I can afford. Maybe if I hadn't made the mistake I made, then I wouldn't be in this mess.
I was 13 when I first met Violet. In the 7th grade, and pretty much alone. She and I took to each other instantly. She became the sister I never had. She was there through out all the trials and tribulations of my life, and I for her. It was no different this time either. I had a nice place living with my parents, until senior year when Violet and I moved out to our own place. I was actually an inheritance left to her from her deceased aunt. it was a fairly moderate house with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths, no payments, only the essential living fees. It was perfect. Until I screwed up, I couldn't tell her. So I moved out. I had a run down apartment not too far from where Violet was. It was rather cheap, but it was nasty. A studio place, I paid water and electricity. No heat, no air, nothing but the essentials. Violet begged me to move back in, telling me that whatever it was, we could work it out. The tears in her eyes were too much, I broke down the walls.
"Violet, I cant burden you with MY MISTAKE!" I almost yelled at her.
"What are you talking about Ray?" she questioned. I sat down in that dingy apartment and spilled my heart out to her. I expressed everything that happened that night in the club.