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chapter 29

"You don't even know him mom! You met him once!" I was signing so fast.

"I don't need to know him to see what he is doing to you." She singed back, but mouthing as well.

"What is he doing to me?" I put my arms to my side, and waited for her to sign back.

"He's turning you into something you're not! You never used to be like this. You used to love talking to me. We did so much together, we were so close."

"Jack didn't do this to me mom, you did. You lied about my dad's death. You keep lying. Why? Why can't you just tell me you're sad? That you're not happy? That you miss dad like crazy? But noooo, you pretend everything's okay, like he didn't even exist. Well guess what mom, he's dead, and he's not coming back, and guess what? I'd rather be him right now than stand in this room with you for one more second!" I stopped right then and turned around, quickly regretting what I had just said.

I ran to my room, and slammed my door, even though I knew she couldn't hear it anyways. I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hands up and down my legs. I was starting to cry, but I didn't want to. I wanted Jack to come pick me up and take me to his bed, and keep me warm, because my heart felt cold and bitter right now, and he always fixed that.

I pulled my phone out and texted him because I didn't want him hearing me with short breaths, and a stuffy nose from holding back the tears.

Me: Jack, I need your help.

I waited for what seemed like forever, and finally my phone vibrated.

Jack: What is it?

Me: I'm coming over.

Jack: Okay? Is everything okay babe?

I didn't reply, but instead, started packing. I just grabbed random clothes, and shoes, not really caring about what they were.

I pounded down the stairs, and saw my mom on the couch, her head in her hands. I tried to walk with little motion so she wouldn't notice. I slipped out the door, and ran to my car.

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When I pulled in the drive way of Jack's house, I turned the ignition off and sat there, blank stare in tact, and my face red from straining the tears back. No crying Blake, not now. I got out of the car, and grabbed my fat backpack, and paced myself to the door. I knocked, and waited.

The door opened revealing the dark haired boy, i am honestly in love with. When he saw the light from inside his house hit my face, he scrunched his eyebrows, and pulled me in kind of fast. I sat my bag down at my feet, and looked down. 

"Blake... what's wrong?" He kind of kept his space, knowing that I don't like being touched when I'm in a mood. But this time, I wanted his skin on me, I wanted everything he had on me.

"It's my mom. She hates me now. Why did I say that? She didn't deserve that Jack, I said it, and now she hates me." I started balling right then, and lost it. I was crying so hard I lost my balance, and collapsed on my knees, as I pulled him with me.

"Shit Blake." He whispered.

I didn't respond, rather just cried, and was trying to control myself. This is why I didn't cry in front of people, because unlike the girls in the movies, I am an ugly crier. I mean, puffy face, swollen eyes, burning skin, biting my lips, everything. I didn't ever want him to see me at my worst, but he is, and I'm not sure how I'm feeling about this.

"What did you say baby? What happened?" He cooed me, his voice so sweet i could taste it against my tongue.

I still didn't speak, but I really tried to get myself together.  Just then I felt me getting lifted to my feet. I looked down, not even daring to show my face to him. He shouldn't have to see me like this. I should be the happy girlfriend, no drama, just pure happiness. But sadly, this wasn't the case, I was being pathetic, and dramatic. And he was the one dealing with it. I was still nuzzled in his chest, and could smell his cologne. He sighed, while brushing my hair down. He tried to get me to look at him, but i kept moving my head back.

"Let's go to my room." He said and started walking with me slowly, after he grabbed my bag, and threw it on his shoulder.

"Whe - re's Sean?" I asked, cutting through breaths.

"He's staying with his girlfriend this weekend, because he's helping her move in."

"Wha - at?" I asked suddenly looking up, but then quickly looked down in embarrassment.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He said avoiding the quick glimpse of my horrid face.