One Last Kiss

|Chapter 24|

This is a filler chapter mostly.

I want to write about Jake and Annabelle's friend relationship because i kind of ignored that throughout this story so far. So i decided to make a chapter about them. Do not worry though, Anna + Derek fans, he will be in the next chapter. And i may say it gets steamy! Kind of, still writing it now!

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Mom didn’t answer right away. She kept sobbing into her hands and stopped frequently to grab tissues. I walked over to the couch and sat down beside her. My hand hesitantly reached out to rub her back to provide her comfort. When I started rubbing her back her cries became louder.

          “Mom what’s wrong?” I asked panic stricken.

          She didn’t answer. Instead she shook her head vigorously. She sobbed for a little while longer before uttering the words, “I’m sorry.”

          My eyebrows came together in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

          My mom tapped her eyes before getting to her feet. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight honey.”

          “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

          Mom shook her head, “Tomorrow.”

          I needed to talk to her tonight. “Mom,” I called out.

          She looked back at me and smiled, “Don’t worry. We’ll talk tomorrow when I’m fully awake.”

          “But Mom,” I called out, trying to stop her once again. I needed us to talk now. I needed us to get this over with. I needed to know what she is planning.

          “Please,” she sighed, sounding exhausted. “Give me until tomorrow.”

I sighed and nodded, “Alright.”

          At least she was willingly to talk to me.

          Then she disappeared, going up the stairs. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes. I’m getting sick of all the drama and secrets.

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          When I walked downstairs the next morning, ready to confront my mom about her sacrifice, she was gone. Really? I wondered as I saw her car keys gone. I shook my head before walking into the kitchen. She would leave when I wanted to talk to her about something really important.

          My dad was also gone so I got the house to myself. I didn’t mind though. I eat like everything as I relaxed on the couch watching reality television. I didn’t change from my pajamas and I had my feet up, resting on the table. Models would be jealous by the way I was pigging out. But eventually the television couldn’t capture my attention. I turned up the radio and started dancing around the house. I was so high off sugar at this point.