MICHELLE POV
On my way back home, I stop at a gas station and buy some snacks before filling up my car.
As I get back onto the freeway, my phone rings. I answered it from the car without checking who it was.
"Hello?"
"I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!"
"Linda?"
"Fine, you win. Take her. I don't want to see her or you ever again!"
"Linda, calm down. What are you talking about?"
"Amanda! I just kicked her out. If you want her that much, take her. I don't want her in my house anymore. Both of you can go to hell for all I care."
"Wha-what? Linda! LINDA!" I check my phone and see that Linda has already hung up. I click a button on my steering wheel and yell, "Call Amanda!"
I'm left confused and not sure as to what was happening, but I need to check up on Amanda.
"Hell-"
"Where are you!?" I interrupt her in a bit of a panic.
"Uhh...w-what?"
"I'm heading over to pick you up; send me your location."
"Oh, OK."
I wait impatiently, tapping my finger on the steering wheel. My phone pings, and I see a message from her with a link to, I hope, her location.
"Got it! Stay there. I'm a couple of
minutes away. "I say driving a bit faster than I should be.
I make it to Amanda, and my heart sinks seeing her sitting on the sidewalk with bags filled with her belongings, I assume.
I park next to her and get out of the car as quickly as possible. I noticed tears welling up in her eyes as I got closer.
As soon as she stands up, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. Her body trembles, and her breaths are shaky.
I hate seeing her like this.
"Let's go home." I tell her, wiping tears from her eyes. I help her into my car and place her bags in the trunk.
I hold Amanda's hand. The ride home was quiet except for the radio that quietly played pop music.
When we got home, Amanda fell asleep, still upset.
I take her belongings out of the trunk.
It seems that she was only able to get a couple of things out of the house.
I booked a ride and stepped out of the house when the car arrived. I worry about leaving Amanda alone, but hopefully I'll be back before she wakes up.
...
I back the truck up to the driveway and grab some boxes and bags before getting out. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door.
It's a while before the door opens.
"Michelle?" a stunned Linda answers the door.
