"Get out of my face." I wanted to spit on her. I knew it would be gross, but I wanted to do that more than anything. Teach her a lesson.
She didn't move. "Why? Just so you can mess with Blake some more? You know some of us are a little tired of your shit Lena."
"Back up Harli. I only wanted to talk to Blake. Nothing else."
She rolled her eyes. "It starts with a conversation. Then it's always more."
I swirled the spit in my mouth and swallowed it. She was right. I did want more.I sat on the sand crying, the black fabric swirling around me like my secrets once had. I thought the truth would set me free, instead it swam around me threatening to drown me with every breath.