Mark Coleman
“What the hell are you doing here, again?” She asked and I sighed. I can’t believe that I went back to her father’s house for the second time in a row. It was getting late and all I wanted was to apologize to her and tell her that I didn’t mean to hurt her or anything.
“I am sorry that I even showed up in the first place, but Tara, I am sorry.” I gushed and she shrugged and then went about browsing on her phone, completely ignoring my presence.
“Tara!” I called out and she looked at me, raising her brow at me questioningly.
“What? Haven’t you done enough already? You have been a bad luck in my life, Mark. You have not only made my life a living hell but you have screwed up and jeopardized my safety and that of my son.” She declared and I looked away.
I still felt guilty f
