Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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•Shut Up and Listen ~ Nicholas Bonnin, Angelicca• 🎶Shut up and listen Look at my eyes Don't ever lie, I need you to tell me the truth You gotta be clear, tell me the details I gotta know As much as it hurts 🎶
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The last few days of school fucking sucked.
This distance between Red and I was straining and I could blame no one but myself. I was beginning to worry about where we stood.
I wanted to tell her. I did. I really fucking did but going deeper into my past is just too painful.
Sighing, I pushed away from the ache I'd been feeling for the past few days and focused on the drama my toxic family was facing.
Making my way down the stairs, I heard my parents' voices as I headed toward the kitchen. Arguing as usual but this was different. Cousin Vince was forcing his presence to stay for a family dinner that he constructed.
"Why is he really here?" My father grits, eyes narrowed at my mother as she squeezed her eyes tightly together. He completely ignores me entering the kitchen.
"Can you just try to-" She goes to grab a plate when suddenly, his hands shoot out and grabbed her wrist.
The sudden action has me narrowing my eyes to the undoubtedly tight grip my father had on my mother's wrists.
"I want him gone," He cuts her off with a sharp tone to his voice. "Right fucking now."
"What's the point?" I questioned before my mother could speak. "He's here."
Their eyes avert to me and the way my father's jaw ticks as he lets go of my mother's wrist told me he was not happy with my words.
"You're right," He murmurs, grumbling words as he walks out of the kitchen.
The moment he was gone, my eyes trail to my mother who clutched her wrist. With a clenched jaw, I run a hand over my face conflicted with my feeling right now.
But she was my mother.
"Are you alright, mom," I found the question slipping past my lips without a second thought.
