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I hide my face under the covers," Its no one important, I'm not here." He pulls at the covers lightly,"Dezzie come on! tell me!" Then he pulled off the covers completely,"Nooo Aiden!!!!!!" I scream. Then you would never guess who came in! Yep! Branson yippe! Just great! "What the hell is going on in here?," he yells. I answer quickly," get away B!" I yell venomously. "Dez we need to talk!"he raises his voice. Poor Aiden, he opens his mouth and starts," Who the hell are you?And what do you want wi-" but I cut him off, "Talk about what? The time you made a promise or how about the day you broke it! How about the time you.........."I tremble and choke back a cry. The words wouldn't come out. He looks at me longingly," Dez I'm sorry. Look, I wanted to say I'm gone out of your life.I'll quit bringing pain okay? You clearly dont want me around anymore, and I can have that happen," he booms, his voice dripping with venom. That stung alot. We've alot of screaming matches, plenty filled with hurtful words like these. But something is different now, his words are more readily there to cut, something more serious and promising.

Branson POV

I know I shouldn't have, but I just stormed out back to the house. I walk through the yard not really caring at the moment whose yard i was walking through.

"Piper, I'm leaving I put the sheets washed and dried on the couch. Folded too. Sorry that I was such a bad guest for one of y'all. Sorry that I chased Dez away. She knows I'm leaving." I mumbled aloud as I wrote down the words in a note.

Why? I thought as I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder. Why? Why did I have to say that? Now I've left my little sister crying again.

I'm such a bad writer I don't understand why you read this book!

Ever since school started and (cheer competitions) I've been pushed back a lot😔

Sorry for the late update [is it a good or bad thing that I can really feel the way all my characters do?] posting tommorow too around 4-6

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