I wonder where Katie is now. If she ever escaped the pain we were both forced to endure.
We had lost touch when I abruptly moved back to the east coast. To this day, I feel guilty about it. Why hadn't we stayed in touch? How could I just walk away?
I honestly don't know. I don't even remember being told we were moving back. I don't remember packing. I don't remember the time we stayed at my Granny's before moving into our new home.
The last thing I remember is holding on to Katie. It was an embrace reflecting the permanence of our separation, even before we realized that to be the case. We balled our eyes out, clinging to one another as we swore to call and write. Promises neither kept.
After a final goodbye, I wiped my tears and left her living room with my overnight bag in hand. It was still very early in the morning, and her mother wasn't up yet. I didn't think he was either, until he stopped me in the kitchen, just steps away from the back door.
"I guess you're leaving," John stated more than asked.
I let out a small grunt, nodding my head.
"How about one more then," again, there was no question in his tone. It was an order. One I had grown accustomed to. Lifting my chin, he crushed his mouth to mine. I wanted to pull away. I just wanted it to finally be over...But then I knew it was, and because of that, I gave up the fight. I let him rip a final farewell from my lips, knowing I would never have to taste him again.
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Non-FictionLooking back, Becca's life is nothing more than a combination of blips. Little memories leading up to uncover what made her the person she is today. Will reliving her pain and trauma finally bring some closure, or will she continue to spiral with no...
