I sit on my bathroom floor, still sobbing. I pull my knees up against my chest, I wrap my arms around my legs and I just sob. My heart is aching, it feels like nothing can help to stop this ache. Why didn't he tell me from the beginning that he had someone? My dad knew all along and failed to mention it. Well, why would he? I guess according to him, it didn't interest me.
My headache feels worse. I calm myself down, trying to stop crying. I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. I get up from the ground, it feels like there is a hole in my heart, as if it had been stabbed. I look into the mirror. I look like crap, but I couldn't care. I feel ruined and that is how I look like.
I feel like screaming but I can't, but dad cannot know what happened between Mark and I. I never had a b
