Sweet words and sweet tea

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A/n hey guys




Allison's POV


To say I'm angry is an understatement, I'm livid. I've been up in my room since I got home, so about a 1 and a 1/2.
I don't really care if I "hurt her feelings" she fucking lied to me, I mean I have good reason to be mad I told her about my problem with lying and she still lied to me, about something as serious as how much time she has left to live.

I mean who lies about that?! And she did it to "protect my feelings" dude what the fuck. My thoughts are interrupted by my mother calling my name from the bottom of the stairs. I get up and walk to the door.

"Yeah?!" I get no response "Yeah?!" Again no response.
I trudged down the stairs at a slow pace.

"Hey," my mother a bit to peppy, I guess she clocked the look on my face because she frowns "Are you okay?"

"Uh what? Yea, yea I'm fine." She obviously didn't believe me.

"Yeah and I believe that," she was obviously being sarcastic "what's up?"

"It's just," I hesitate "I uh, I broke up with Isabella the other day."

"Oh," she grabs my hand "oh ok, um sit here." She sits me down in a chair at the table and walks over to the tea kettle.

"Mom if you think I'm sad I'm not, I'm just mad."

"Oh well, why are you mad?" She sits to cups of tea on the table plus a container full of sugar cubes.

"I — she lied to me," she holds up the sugar cubes "uh yea."

She drops a few cubes into my cup. "What did she lie to you about" she approached the subject carefully.

"She lied to me about how much time she has left to live," her eyes widened "And she told me it was to 'protect my feelings' like what the fuck dude!"

"Okay, I get your frustration but you did say she only has so long to live, I mean if you love her why don't you forgive her and spend whatever time she has left together." She explained.

"I guess your right but I'm still mad she still lied to me." I admit I'm a bit stubborn.

"Don't be stubborn, the girls dying for Christ sake!" She stands.

"I — guess you're right, I just don't think she'll for forgive me, I mean I said some fucked up shit."

"If she really loves you she'll forgive you, god I sound old I need a drink."

"Yeah, I'm gonna head to my room." She nods waving me off as she opens a bottle of wine.

I fall face first onto my bed and sigh. I sit there for a while until I get a text message.

I grab my phone from my pocket and look to see what the text said.

"Oh shit"


















A/n this has been sitting in my drafts for days

Umm cliffhanger

Ily have a great day/night

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