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"Bitch!" Samuel clutched a fist-hold of my hair, dragging me to the ground.

"Let me go!" I yelp in pain, Feeling the blade slicing through my wrists

"Why do you wanna break-up huh? Is it because you have a new one? nasty old bitch!" He criticized, kicking me in the stomach, Making me cough blood.

"I saw you fucking cheating on me!" I accused him.

"So what? You're no fun anymore! You want me to kill you now huh?" He got another blade from his pocket, Pointing it directly to my stomach.

"Mom?" My 15 Year-old daughter, Generose, Whimpered

"Oh hi Gen" Samuel smirked, Walking over to Generose with his blade, Retaining it to her head.

"Stop!" I sobbed, Standing up to push him away.

He was about to stab me with his knife until,

"Hey Jenn, I'm here with Jo-" Dave barged in the door without notice.

"What's happening here?!" Dave howled, Slapping the blade out of Samuel's hand.

Samuel's face turned into a petrified one.
gulping, he jolted out of the door.

I took a glance at Generose to find her crying, and Josh comforting her.

"We came here to tell you that, We're moving. But I guess that's not the important part right now" He stated, Making me cry even more.

"Shh shh. It's okay, We'll come and visit if we can" He hugged me, kissing my forehead. No, we're not together,  but we are bestfriends for 5years

"When?" I barely muttered

"Tomorrow, Josh wants to continue his band" He explained, still holding me and brushing my hair with his other hand.

I glimpsed at Generose to find her also being comforted by Josh.

"Explain me what happened?"  David lifted up my face, staring at my orbs

"I-I wanted to b-break up w-with him" I faltered, extremely shivering

"Hey, hey. It's okay. Remember when you fangirled about dozens of bands and artists? Maybe you're meant for one of them!" Dave consoled

"Maybe" I begin to smile

"There it is!" He exclaimed, Hugging me tightly

"Tell Josh if his band begins to grow fans, He needs to treat me into a concert" I chuckled

"I will" David grinned.

"Mom!" My now 18 year-old, Generose, chirped. Dazing me off my thoughts

"Uh, What?" I chocked

"I was asking if you- uh can buy me tickets for the concert?" She stammered

"I'm sorry but w- on second thought, I could try" I assured her

"Really? Thank you mom!" She hugged me.

"Yep, Now shoo. I have to do work" I pretended to shoo her

"Alright mom" She slid off, leaving me alone once again.

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