"A divorce.."
"What!?!" I scream my lungs on fire.
"I'm sorry pumpkin. It's not your fault."
"Have you told the twins?"
"No McKala and Parisa don't know yet, they are only 10 how do you expect them to know?"
"What. You would shatter their dreams? You seem like you have no remorse telling me.", I couldn't help myself but to continue. "So you're leaving us? How fucking considerate. McKala and Parisa need a father.", it escapes me when my voice got so loud. I didn't mean to shout.
"A divorce is not leaving you all. It's just mine and Ella-Jean's problem."
"Since when have you called her Ella-Jean; she was always Elle to you. YOU BACKSTABBING BASTARD!" I release.
I burst out in full hysterics. "I can't fucking deal with this." I scream before I throw my cellphone at the wall that holds all my posters. "Kill me already, gooooodddd. Stop torturing me. It's cruel..." I whine.
I pack a suitcase furiously, throwing in whatever I can find. A ripped Elmo shirt- Sure. Uggs- Why not. Daisy Dukes?- What's stopping me. I sit on the load and attempt to zip it up. Third times the charm.
ZZZIIIIPPPP
THANK GOD. Amity. I have to tell her I'm leaving. No wait, she'll stop me. Then again if I beg her she won't.
Oh shut it up, up there.
I grab my notebook and tear a lined paper out. I quickly jot down a note
"Hey Amity,
I'm going home for a bit. See you later
Lotttttsss of looooove💕
-Tavora"
YOU ARE READING
The Sweet Escape
Teen FictionTavora Jessens has nothing close to an ordinary life and it's just getting worse from here. As she hears some very life-changing news from her parents she decides to run away from her small town of Gretson. But, like always, misfortune follows her e...
