"I do" He answered the wedding giver, and a lump formed in my throat.
When our devotee looked at me, a wave of stress spread throughout my body.
"Miss Amelia Morgen, do you marry Xavier Romano as your rightful husband, without coercion and of your o...
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I was walking through the dark streets of Boston, I never expected that this would be the most comforting thing in my life.
It is not easy to lose a father and a mother at the same time, don't take it the wrong way, my mother is alive, but mentally she is completely different.
My mom was never good, she was never like normal moms who played with their children.
But the fact that my father was alive somehow calmed her down and she couldn't hurt me, before my father died he promised me that he would get me away from her.
Until now, I don't know how, and I probably won't figure it out since it's already been two months since his death, I miss him, we used to go for a walk together, just at such late hours.
Me and my dad were very close, but we were separated by cancer, he was very ill and there was nothing we could do about it.
I stopped by the little library where my dad and I used to go and a smile appeared on my face.
"My little dove, for graduating, you can choose any book" he said with a smile on his face when he saw the joy in my eyes.
"Really?" I asked "I'm paying" he said and I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Dad?" I whispered into his chest "Yes, lovebird?" he replied.
"You're going to die, aren't you?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
"Where did you hear that little girl?" he asked, patting me on the head.
"When you talked to the doctor, he said he couldn't see it for a long time," I whispered.
"It's true, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner" he said and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying.
"I don't want to stay with mom" I cried.
"I'll get you away from her, don't worry" he whispered.
Here he promised me that he wouldn't leave me in it, I believe he tried, but it probably didn't work.
I continued walking, and after a few minutes I reached the front of our house, took a deep breath and went up the few steps to the front door.
I unlocked it and walked in, took off my sneakers and walked into the living room, I sighed when I found my mom lying on the floor.
On the table, two white lines of powder and an open bottle of vodka.
"Mom" I said as I shook her lightly.
"Come on I'll help you to the couch" I said, I helped her up and sat her on the couch.
She lay down and I covered her with a blanket, I took the bottle of vodka and went to the kitchen, I poured everything inside the sink and threw the empty bottle in the trash.
I picked up the bag and the broom and went back, I swept all the powder that was on the table into the bag and went to throw it in the trash.
I went to my bedroom and put my bag down, I went straight to the bathroom and got out of my clothes, got into the shower and turned on the hot water.
My back against the cold wall of the shower, I slid down the wall to the floor until my butt touched the cold floor.
Tears burned my eyes, and my breath caught in my lungs.
