Chapter Four

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"Dead God, I did too. I'm fucked...."

Fucked. He's fucked. I drop my eyes back to my feet, not wanting to exist anymore.

"I'm sorry. I'll keep my distance." I whisper. My face is lifted by his thumb and index finger.

"Don't. I like you, but I can't be with you."

The elevator doors open and we step out. Joe drops his hand and I'm left feeling alone and cold.

   Mom gets in the car two minutes later and the car ride is silent. Joe clenches and unclenches his hands on the steering wheel. He's mad at me. A seventeen-year old girl. A kid to him. Maybe mom is right, maybe I need to find a guy...my age. I don't want to date an old man anyways. I laugh as we pull up to the restaurant and Joe gives me a weird look.

"Lets go have fun!" Mom says.

"Lets do it." Joe says.

Me, I step out ignoring the two babies behind me.

This is gonna be a long night.

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