Misunderstood.

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•Dora's pov•

"Mom guess what?! I made it into another movie! Are you proud of me? I paid the bills for you, again.

Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm doing great! I just kind of miss you.

I love you, Mom. Please come home soon."

I wrote my mom a letter and taped it to the fridge, wiping my eyes, "please.".

"DORA HURRY UP! WERE ON STAGE IN FIVE!" Boots yelled, walking into the kitchen. He had a cigarette in his mouth.

I sighed and wiped off my mascara that was running down my cheeks, putting on a smile.

•Swipers pov•

I don't like stealing. I just.. I have to. Even if I didn't steal, I'd be stuck with that reputation. After all, everyone in my family has stolen something. The only reason I steal is because I am desperate for money.

My mother is dying. She has lung cancer, so all she does is lay in bed. I have to feed her and care for her, because my father is never around. All he does is scam and steal from others. Sometimes, I miss him. But other times, I hate him with all of my guts for just abandoning us like this.

Sometimes, I just need a break. From reality. From love. From life. For simply, everything. But at other times, the things I need a break from, are the things I need the most.

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