For that week, Delcan stayed out of complete contact with me. I’d sent some type of apology to him, and he’d read the message, then post some pictures on Snapchat or Instagram. I stayed in my room for more what needed to be done, coming home right after school and then doing my homework. It was odd not talking to Delcan every night, and it was starting to put some dents into my work.
I received a B on a math quiz yesterday, and Dad yelled at me the entire way home. His voice made me fear things, and all I could think of was the fact that I’d disappointed him again, and it was just another person to add to the list that hates me. That night, I texted Delcan about his boxing game I’d seen on YouTube and Instagram, telling him good job.
Then, he read the message. And posted an image of him holding up his middle finger with the caption “⟴ off”. I got the signs then and finally left him alone.
But that didn’t mean he was always on my mind.
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