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Why did it have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? I still couldn't accept the fact that I wouldn't be able to run around with my future children or play hide and seek with my future husband in our newly wed  house. Who would even love a piece of trash like me?

It was the next morning and Noah was still there. He truly was my best friend, staying next to me constantly and caring for me.

"Hey," he said in his sexy, deep morning voice. "I'm going to go home, take a shower, then go by school to pick up our assignments, that we can do here, so we don't fall behind until you're better." he said.

"Okay, thank you. And could you stop by my house and check on my mom? I'm honestly worried. Even if she's drunk, it's a motherly instinct to come and worry about her daughter. I just want to know that shes okay after falling yesterday," I said.

"Of course," said Noah. He picked up his backpack and before he closed the door he added, "Dont get too bored without me."

A few minutes after he left I heard vicious, loud shouts coming from the hallway.