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irene

Ruthie, my cousin, invited me for a tea, their house is only a few minutes away from us. So I went there, talked about stuff, my soon-to-be published book.

"You okay?" Ruthie asked as she waves her hand in front of my face. I shook off my thoughts and nodded, "I'm aright."

"You don't look like okay." She whispered as she took a sip of her tea, "Is there something wrong?" She asked.

I shook my head, "I don't really know, Ruthie."

"You can spill it out in front of me." She sighed as she patted my shoulder, "I'm your cousin, you can tell me anything."

"I kinda miss dad, although he cheated on mom and left us. He's a bastard. Like Naughty boy." I whispered, looked at her.

She sighed, "That's alright. I mean, you loved him since you were born, right? You fell asleep in his arms and tell him everyday that you love him. Of course, there's an aftertaste."

"It's been 2 years. I can still hear the words he said to that girl."

"Irene."

"Those words, bloody hell."

"Stop."

"He said, he doesn't care about us anymore."

"Irene."

"He doesn't give a fuck about us." I cried as I rested my head on her shoulder,

"H-He's an asshole." Ruthie patted my arm and hugged me tightly.

It's been two years since I saw my dad kissing another girl. I was looking for my phone that time and looked out our window, and saw them. I saw him making out with that girl, who's 5 years younger than him. She asked, "What about your family? Your wife and children?"

And he said:

"I don't care about them, I want you. I don't give a single fuck."

He wants her, not us. He chose her over us. That night, I cried and cut. My father saw me cutting, but of course, I ignored him, because he said, he doesn't give a fuck about us. He tried to stop me but I continued cutting until I passed out, they took me to the hospital and I told mom about everything. Everything I've heard and saw. Hence, they divorced.

My dad acted like an innocent guy, who said, "What do you mean? I love you guys, I care about you!" But mom continued the divorce papers, and he was all gone. He was nothing to us. He's a bastard.

But of course, that's not the only reason why I'm a wreck.

When my so called "friends" heard about my parents' divorce, they made fun of me and bullied me.

*queues sad background music*

That's why I'm homeschooled. Mom decided that I should be homeschooled because she doesn't want me to get hurt. Typical. Stereotypical. Mom.

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Ruthie and I went back home. Ryle and Amanda are hanging out with their son, Tommy (or Thomas). Ryle extended his stay here so he can talk to Amanda's parents about their child. Amanda is working as a pharmacist. They're a perfect match, both smart, hard working, and attractive. I mean, Amanda is drop dead gorgeous, if I was a boy I would date her. Ruthie and I watched iZombie reruns, fangirled, and so on. I missed these times. I miss fun, I miss happiness.

My phone rang and it was a message, from this guy.

This guy.

He's the guy I met from internet. He's a fanboy. Larry shipper. A fan of my story.

His name is Austin. He's from Doncaster. Which is really near from us. He's sweet and kind. I haven't seen his face, yet. Maybe he's too shy. I stalked his account and didn't see any selfies or anything.

Or maybe he's fake.

But yeah, I think he's not. I wish I could meet him someday.

i think he could heal me.

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SHORTEST CHAPTER (NON CONVO) IVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE

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