Irreplaceable

Chapter Three

Angel's POV

It was Tuesday morning. I woke up feeling bold. Something good was going to happen today.

I always trusted my gut feelings. They were usually right.

I got out of bed and went to brush my teeth. I didn't feel like showering. I just rolled on some deodorant and sprayed some perfume. I didn't have PE today anyway.

I went to my small closet. I had about five outfits. That's why I always wore Carter's clothes.

My mom was a waitress at the local family owned restaurant. She didn't make much and I didn't want to get a job to help her out. She didn't deserve my help.

My mother drove my father over the edge. It was her fault that we are what we are today. We're poor. There was no other way to state it. My house wasn't big like everyone else's, and my clothes weren't expensive. It wasn't a big deal. These things didn't define me.

My dad loved my mom so much. I could see it in his eyes. My mom didn't love him as much. She cheated on him with our neighbor. My dad walked in on them one day. He got so angry. I remember that day clearly. He came into my room and told me he loved me. I watched in tears as he stormed out the house.

"I love you so much, Angel," he squeezed my arms, " but I don't think I can stay here anymore."

"Please stay." I begged. I hugged him tightly and let the tears flow down my cheeks.

That night, he was driving on the mountainside when a deer came out of nowhere. He swerved so that he wouldn't hit it, but his car flipped over the barricades and he died instantly. The glass pierced his body and he bled out in pain.

Had my mother not have cheated on him, he wouldn't have been driving up to his cabin in the mountains. He wouldn't have swerved and he definitely wouldn't have died. We would be a happy family. We would be perfect like Carter and her family.

Why did Carter get the easy life? Why couldn't I have the easy life? What the hell did I do wrong?

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Carter's POV

Late last night, Colin snuck over to my house. We ended up fooling around until about one in the morning.

I knew today was going to drag. I was way too tired to do anything, but school was calling.

I woke up Colin by kissing his neck. I left him with a mark. I was all about marking what was mine.

"Did you just brand me?" Colin asked. He was half asleep.

"Maybe." I smirked.

I went to shower and Colin trailed behind me. However, I locked him outside just in time. I couldn't be late to school today.

Colin left out through my window. I got dressed and went downstairs to find my dad crying while drinking a bottle of beer. It appeared to be his third bottle. I walked over to him and took it away. Drinking was not good for him.

"Dad, drinking will not help anything." I whispered.

"Dana is dying. She has two months left." He looked dead like a corpse. I didn't know what to say to that. My aunt wasn't doing better. I had never met her before. The news didn't have as big of an effect on me as it did on my dad. He told me that he and my mom would be going to spend two weeks with her. They were leaving in two days.

"She's a fighter! She'll get through." I squeezed his hand. I wasn't sure what else to say to be honest.

"Not this battle, she won't." he sighed.