4 Years • jb

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| Malaysia |

Work, work, and oh look more work. That's all I've been doing the last few days or maybe even weeks? I haven't kept tracked. I haven't seen Justin nor Preston either.

I've alerted the office security to not let either of them in. I've been jumping back and forth between Rikki's and my moms house from time to time since I won't go home. I'm just not ready to see any of them, even tho I miss my niece dearly and of course Max. But if it really came down to it and if they really wanted to see me, they could.

Everything's alright though, Tristan and I have been emailing and texting non stop, I would design an idea and send it to him and than vise versa. We just kept on shooting idea's back and forth to each other. Slowly but surely were pulling tiny pieces together, this whole experience has really taken my mind off things so for that I'm grateful.

Text Message from Preston:
Can we please talk..

Text Message from Preston:
Baby it's been days.. Please I'm sorry

Text Message from Preston:
I didn't mean anything I said that night, I promise you.

Text Message from Justin:
Hey Mal...

Text Message from Justin:
I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it

My eyes scanned over the messages as I just rolled my eyes. I'm so sick and tired of hearing the word sorry. Sorry doesn't mean shit when you keep getting hurt.

All of sudden I then saw Preston's caller ID light up a cross my phone screen. I groaned to myself and put my phone up to my ear.

"What do you want," I spat.

"You finally answered me."

"Again, what do you want?"

"Baby I'm so sorry.."

"I've got to get back to work, goodbye Pres—"

"Wait wait wait, I need to ask you something."

I sighed, "what do you want?"

"Can I please take you to dinner tonight?"

"Preston I can't—"

"Malaysia please."

"Fine but the minute I want to leave, I'm leaving."

"Okay I'll pick you up at—"

"I can drive myself." I hung up, annoyed.

***

"Mom?" I yelled opening her front door. I dropped my purse off on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room to find my mom sleeping on the couch.

I smiled to myself and walked a little closer to her, bending down an kissing her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes and saw me standing above her.

"Hi baby," she smiled, "everything okay?" I nodded, sitting down next to her. "I'm okay mom, don't worry about me."

"You know I always worry about my babies though." She chuckled, "You and Max are my world, if you hurt I hurt."