It's the hardest damn thing I've ever done in my life... even harder because this is when someone gets hurt. But I don't think I can put this off any ...onger."His eyes showed his guilt and pain, as well as a few tears. He was still reluctant to speak. Everyone else was keyed up to hear what was coming. His next few words were going to mean the realization of dreams for one and the end of hope for another.Suddenly Azalea reached across and pressed her fingers across his lips. "Stop, Darryl! Don't. “Mom...?“There weren’t any replies. All I could hear was moans and heavy breathing propagating through the speakers of my phone. The only reason to why she picked up the call that I could think of was that she had accidentally pressed it since it wasn’t a touch-screen era back then. Furthermore, the sexual sounds on the other side of the line were all too familiar to me.Was she actually cheating on Dad? No. The person from earlier told me that she was drunk beyond belief so that would mean that. Iturned my head to see Shelly's eyes boring into mine, filled with alook of anger and disgust.Josie had stopped talking to dig around in her bag for her clothes, soshe missed the little exchange that took place between her two friends."What are you doing?" Shelly mouthed, nodding her head in the directionof Monica Jacobs. The mocha-skinned girl was completely bare from thewaist up.I shook my head, snapping out of my hormonal haze. Mentally, I slappedmyself for my response to all the exposed. She doesn’t recognize him. ‘May I help you?’ She asks, impatiently. He turns then and shock spreads through out her body. ‘Hi, Gen,’ he says. ‘W-w-what are you doing here?’ ‘I got your letter.’ ‘What letter?’ He holds up the tear stained paper. ‘This one,’ She grabs it from his hands, skimming it. Color stains her cheeks as she realizes that it is the letter that she never intended to send. ‘How did you get this? I never mailed it.’ ‘It was in my mailbox yesterday. Can I come in? It’s kind of.