Why Try {unedited}

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The following morning, I stayed isolated inside my bedroom. I refused to leave the sanctuary feeling of being inside of it.

Tawni did all kinds of her amazing "Tawni-begging-ways" but I still resisted and stayed inside my bedroom.

I stayed immobile on my bed, the headboard under my tiredly hunched back.

Mom entered my bedroom when it was one o' clock in the afternoon.

"Brooklyn, why are you so sad?" She asked genuinely.

"It's just my maternal hormones at work," I half lied.

"Brooklyn, I love you, okay? So I don't want you to be this way. It literally hurts me to see you all depressed," she pressed a palm above her chest. "And for your information, all this emotional breakdowns of yours is bad for Tommy!"

I sighed. "Sorry."

Mom sighed too. "What's bothering you?"

I turned away from her. Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all.

Just don't include the messed up life I had ever since that party on a weekend in May.

"I'm depressed," I told her bluntly. "I've arrived to the point where I'm officially so broken that I can't even get off my own bed."

"You're being ridiculous, dear," mom shakes her head. "Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that I'm leaving at noon."

"Where are you going?" I lazily ask her.

She looked surprise. "I'm going to Minnesota, remember? Bill texted me that the limo would arrive in front of the house at noon."

"Oh yeah," I remembered. I yawned aloud.

"I love you mom," I told her.

She smiled. "Love you too."

Mom walked towards my dresser and took my phone. She gasped.

"Is this the reason you're depressed?" She asks in shock.

"What?" I sat up slowly and leaned on the headboard of my bed.

"This text!" She pointed at my phone screen as she held it on her other hand.

"What text?"

"This one!" She repeated in frustration.

She walked towards me and handed me my phone. I took it and looked down at it.

I told you to take the money.
God, stop being so stupid. It's bad for the kid. -J

I threw my phone across the room, and I'm pretty sure that the screen had finally crack.

"He's such a dumbass! I hate him! How dare him talk to me about my son's health! He's an ass and I hate him! I hate him so much and I'll kill him!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"As much as I like that idea, I don't think your father would agree. Remember, your dad's a sheriff," mom tries to lighten the aura in my bedroom.

"I hate him." At that point, I had fallen into a huge breakdown of lugubriousness. I cried and I cried until my voice was already similar to a seal.

I ate breakfast after that, then I stayed in the living room all alone while Tawni and Cody were somewhere, my mother in her room finishing packing up, and my dad at his job.

Mom came down the stairs at the same time that Cody and Tawni arrived from wherever they were at.

"Hi Brooklyn," Tawni greeted before snatching a magazine from the coffee table then dropping down on the couch beside me. Cody sat on the carpet in front of Tawni's legs.