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FILLER CHAPTER BECAUSE I HAVENT BEEN FEELING GOOD :(
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I don't quite remember when I got here, into these ruff beds, handcuffed to it. I remember thinking about my beautiful boy, being in another life with him. We were free, sitting at our favorite ice cream parlor trying to avoid his father. He never cared about us nor will he ever.
When I got home it would always be about satisfying him. It is all my fault that he is dead. I should've ran. I should've fought for him he's gone and it's all my fault. My head rang, liek someone was beating it in multiple times.
"You are finally up!" The recognizable voices said making my eyes flutter back open. My wrist felt strained the more I'd move them so I just kept them steady I knew why they did this it was basically protocol.
"Mom, Dad?" I whisper as my moms hand touches my face caressing it, though I felt that my face was as cold as an block of ice. This always made me feel so much better. I chose therapy to help contain my feelings, and help the people who felt the same why I did after that horrible moment feel so much better.
"I know you're here for a job but I think you need to go back ho-" she says but I shake my head abruptly. I cannot go, not before my client is helped. She sighed and nodded, noticing that I was calm she took the key for the handcuffs and unlocked them setting me free.
Finally.
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"No I don't need you guys to stay I'm fine." I reassure them again before they take the first step onto the plane giving me an small cheek kiss and finally heading up to enter but not before an bright smile and multiple I love you's.
I turn around from them as the private jet door close an stray tear falling down my face. I just don't know when the pain will end. My son is gone forever and theres not even one day I don't think about him. He will never get to see his kindergarten teacher, he will never get to experience his first day in first grade, he will never be able to experience graduating grade 12.
Most of all, I will never be able to experience seeing him accomplish it all. My amazing boy taken too soon from me.
I walk to the luxurious black car opening the door myself, not even waiting for whoever was driving to get out and opening it for me. "We- I missed you." Alessio says smiling at me through the rearview. I've barely met him but I like him already, he's nice. Kind of.
"I've missed you too." I whisper looking at the window at the amazing view, trying to keep the sadness to myself where only I can feel it. I don't want to ruin this rekindling moment.
