Geradina's Point Of View.

"Frankie-" I yelled out.
"What the fuck did you do?" yelled McKayla, she seems mad, but she's hardly ever mad.
"I need to tell her something-"
"NO! You made her FUCKING cry."
"It wasn't my fault, she was-"
"Oh, she was what?"
"She tried kissing me, but I didn't kiss back because I'm just not ready for her."
"That's not the full story, I can tell your lying."
"Well, I said the wrong things, and she pushed me off the bed."
"What exactly did you say?"
"That I don't love her." She slapped me hard across the cheek.
"You deserved it! What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course your fucking ready! But just for your sake, don't talk to her for a while you bitch." McKayla left to the front of the house.
Maybe, she's right though. Maybe I shouldn't bother her for a while, because,...
"Frankie, I didn't mean it; I'm sorry." I said against her door. It was all quiet in her room, and I didn't hear a single thing. I sat at her door waiting for her to answer me. "Frankie? Forgive me?" I let out a small tear and knocked on her door. I screamed, and dug my nails into my boots, and slightly pulled out some hair of mine that didn't seem to matter, I'm a mean person. I broke her heart, and I don't deserve her.