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"What does that mean?" his voice turns only slightly desperate.
I only step away from him. He grips onto my hand.
"I'm sorry.What do I do? What do you want me to do to fix it?" he speaks genuinely.
"Let me go," I whisper and he does.
And he doesn't chase after me.
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I walk all the way home. I walked to Mr. Terrip's this morning and I slightly regret it.
I regret it, even more, when I see dad's car parked in the driveway.
I open the front door and watch him rise from his laid down position on the couch.
"What's got you crying?" he slurs. I only close my eyes wishing to be anywhere else.
"Huh?" his voice raises to almost a shout.
"Did one of your little boyfriends leave you? You shouldn't even try," he turns up a bottle of some sort of alcohol, getting the very last bit in the bottom.
"God you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. To all of us," he sneers. It hits me pretty hard. I think hearing that could hit anyone pretty hard.
I try my hardest not to cry at the verbal punishments he gives me but at times like these, I just can't help it.
"Weak little shit," he growls out. I yank my car keys from the hook and dart back outside.
I climb up in my car and stop. I calm down as best as I can. When I do, I drive to the only place I can think about.
I order four tacos from Taco Bell. Then I drive up The Smokies and stop and eat the tacos looking over the overhang down into all the pretty green trees.
I let my mind wander off away from everything. Dad, Jake, Grey, everything.
But the thought of me causing someone to feel terrible hurts beyond the point of forgetting about it for a second.
Maybe it's because I know what it feels like to hurt. And I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Especially Grey. He's one of the only people still on Earth that actually makes me smile. And makes me happy.
And I could've taken my source of happiness' happiness away.
I never want to come close to doing thateveragain.
As the sun finally falls below the horizon, I figure I should get up. A poop is sturring which played a factor in the decision but it's also getting chilly.
I should have only gotten two tacos.
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If any of y'all have read my book 'Without You', then you'll know that for some reason, I like writing about characters that like butts. Sorry (not really)
Grey got a little cliche in this chap, but once in awhile cliche is okay :)
Thank you for reading!
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