The Things We Don't Say
“But when you messed with her, you knew I liked her. You knew I wanted her for myself, and that we had something going on. Yet, you still went ahead with whatever you had in mind.”
“We were teenagers for crying out loud,” Joshua said exasperatedly, raising his hands in the air. “We both did stupid shit.”
“We were nineteen, and no, you were the only one that did stupid shit.”
“Yeah, because you were too scared of your dad to actually do something for yourself.”
“You know what, Joshua?” I sighed, already so exhausted. “Think whatever you want to. I’m done with you. The funeral is over. You should crawl back into whatever hole you have been in all this time. I don’t want you here, and I doubt J