Young Writers Society

Danielle felt tears well in her eyes. Why was she a drug addict? Hadn't her father taught her better. Wait, her father. "What about my father? Is he a drug addict too? Does he care about me at all or am I just a drug seller for him?"

*short, I'm so sorry*

Brady didn't know what to say.

"I'm not sure myself." Brady shrugged.

"You and me... Did I love you?" she asked.

"I believe at one time yes." he nodded.


**writers block**