I'm Sorry, But I Don't

4: Searching

So the woman on the side is what Marie looks like (ignore the baby it's not important). So yeah, a young mom. But Natalie mainly gets her traits from her dad.

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Natalie sat there on the ground, crying for probably another ten minutes. She would start to mumble things about her mom being dead and her dad murdering her mom, which, by the way, isn't even logical. Yeah her dad may have left but why would he come back to kill her mom? There should of been some clues to that anyway. A sigh escaped my lips and I stood up and turned the corner. I'll just call Marie and find wherever the hell she is.

I tapped her name and went outside, letting the late afternoon whip my hair around.

"Hello? Jess?" I heard on the other end of the line.

"Oh Marie thank God you're alive. Natalie had another panic attack." I said with a sigh.

"Again?" I heard her mumble. "I'm sorry Jess. The book store got robbed and they needed me to come in and help out."

"Well at least you weren't murdered. This one was bad." A hand tapped my shoulder and I jumped slightly, turning to see Natalie.

"I-is that my mom?" She said, sniffling at the end. Her eyes are so puffy and red. Her mascarra has run off her eyelashes and stained her cheeks.

"Yes it is." She pulled my phone out of my hands and started frantically talking to her. I sighed and stepped back inside the house. Natalie needs to be more independent. My parents work for a law firm and they're gone all the time but you don't see me crying over them. Maybe it's just because Marie means a lot more to Natalie than my how much my parents mean to me. They only are around if I'm in trouble or something.

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Natalie talked to her mom for twenty minutes. Through the door I could hear Natalie constantly asking her mom if she was okay, even though Marie probably said yes everytime. I finally decided to step outside and saw that Natalie was sat on her grinch porch, her gripping her knees as she continued to talk to her mom. I smirked, sitting myself next to her. Natalie gave me a small smile before she kept talking to her mom.

"Could we see you at the store?" Natalie asked, her tone very nervous. Her face lit up so I assumed Marie said yes. Natalie said a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone. Natalie basically sprinted into the house and ran upstairs, probably to make herself look a little nicer. I slowly followed her back inside and made my way up the stairs and into her bathroom.

"I told you she wasn't dead." Natalie shot me a look while she was wiping off the makeup from her cheeks. I let out a small chuckle and pulled off my flannel, tieing it around my waist. My phone buzzed from my back pocket and I saw I had a text from Michael. I let out a groan, annoyed with the fact he still has my number.

Meet me at the coffee shop please!!

I let out a small huff of breath and Natalie gave me a crooked look.

"Michael texted me." I mumbled.

"Really? About what?" She continued to re-apply her makeup while she talked to me.

"He wants me to meet him at the coffee shop. Would you care if I met you at bookstore later?"

"Yeah I don't care." I turned on my heels and exited her bathroom then stood at her front door.

"I'll see you at the bookstore!" I yelled. I exited her house, not waiting for a response. I walked passed my car and down the sidewalk. The wind whipped my hair around and pushed me back slightly. To be honest, I really don't want to see Michael. But I'm not the ex-girlfriend that's a total bitch. I care a little bit about him. My head hung down, since I knew how to walk to the coffee shop without even looking. The town I live in is pretty small. You basically drive straight through it unless you look hard enough. Everyone knows eachother and no one really argues. It's kind of a cliché town but I love the small size.