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Beckett: I will I will

I think I just wanted to complain though xD

Cassandra: that does sound really annoying

it’s like having a dog or a cat and having it taken away

Beckett: And cows are really friendly

You need to meet my baby Rosie asap

Thanks for listening though :D

Cassandra: of course wth <3

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Beckett: I know it’s late but I was thinking about our texts from earlier and I just realized how kind you are to me

And I wanted to thank you for sending me muffins after my sister passed

It was a nice gesture I never thanked you for

Cassandra: omg dont mention it plweeaaase they were so overcooked

Beckett: I liked them

I have a huge sweet tooth

I remember how I hadn’t eaten something sweet in a long time

It felt really good

Cassandra: i’m glad to hear that

alwaysss here for u my becky <3

Beckett: <3

RUN, BOY

Beckett

NOVEMBER, 2016

The sound of thickglass shattering against the floor pierces through my sleep.My eyes fly open, and calmness evades me, replaced by a feeling of anxiety that rises from the bottom of my stomach to the middle of my throat.

A beat later, my head snaps to the right, just in time to watch as my father raises his arm up to the sky and drops a bottle ofwhiskey against the coffee table in slow motion. The wood splits, shards of glass scattering all around him. He kicks what’s left of it with his feet, sending the pieces skidding across the floor.

“The papers are signed! The bills are paid! I even made a donation to that stupid nonprofit they’re talking about creating!” He gestures wildly at himself, his voice breaking. “I did that!”

Whiskey seeps into the carpet, the strong, sour scent hitting me in the face. It yanks me awake and gets my heart racing, an alarm ringing in my head.

“What’s the name again?” he snorts bitterly, stumbling towards me. “What kind of nonprofit doesn’t even have a name?”

This one, I’m guessing.

“They’re trying to tell me how to raise my kids and how to spend my money! My-fucking-money!” I sit down slowly as he staggers closer, trying not to make any abrupt movements so as to not set him off. “I know how to raise my kids. I. Know. How. To. Raise. Them.”