And I tried to make you hate me because you just kept trying to talk to me, kept looking at me with all that fucking hurt in your eyes and—if my dad ever found out I was talking to you or hanging out with you, the punishment would be worse than anything he’d given me before. He said he was going to send me away to a place that wouldn’t be as nice as he was. I didn’t want him to send me away because then I wouldn’t even get to see you. I was so scared that anything would be the last straw for him, and he would send me away or kick me out for good, like he kept telling me he would.
