I stared out of the window at the yard of Benson's next door. Mrs Benson was cleaning the yard while her husband sat by the pool, reading something. Its been two days and I haven't got out of my room. Mom had tried hard to get me to speak or make me eat something. Dad had tried harder. But I was stubborn and I refused to talk to anyone. Although I did cry my eyes out in front of Dad. He didn't ask me why. I guess they knew or maybe suspected that something was wrong.
And it was obvious that it has something to do with Adrian because he almost knocked my door down in the past two days. I had my phone switched off as well. I couldn't bear to talk to anyone or answer their questions for the time being. I was trying. I was trying very hard to forgive him. But I can't. I had lost my trust in
