Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

No response. I type out a quick ‘good luck, I hope you win’ because it’s clear he doesn’t want to talk to me, and I don’t blame him. Yeah, I tried reaching out via Instagram, but I didn’t know he doesn’t even read his social media messages. And I shouldn’t have left him in the first place, but I was just...confused. Ashamed, not because of what we did together but because of how I treated him. His dad almost killed him and hurt him so bad he was in the hospital for a month, but I just ignored him. It was easier to believe he was the villain than to try and understand him, just like how our parents are acting now. I’ve noticed in my short twenty-two years of life that people are comfortable taking things at face value. No one hardly ever digs beneath the surface, too afraid they might delve too deep and find something that makes them uncomfortable. I should know; I put on a show for years that nobody noticed. Nobody except Taylor. But just like everyone else, I saw his asshole kid exterior and automatically decided he was a bad egg, even when he showed me his true self in eighth grade. When he changed into a dick, I never questioned the switch. I should have known something was up. I should have fucking known.