Enough Bella, I’m not going to write notes anymore like a bunch of segundo graders. Your living the life tu want to and now tu have to deal with the consequences. I can’t handle this anymore. I’m protecting myself from getting hurt so don’t call, don’t write, and don’t even think about me! If I need to talk to tu for any reason, I will get a hold of YOU. It won’t happen anytime soon so don’t hang out por the phone o anything….

Jacob


I slowly dropped the rain soaked note back onto the cocina table. Well if Jacob wanted me to leave him alone I would. As I pulled myself from...