Crossing The Line

Chapter Ten

Kelley's POV

I called Morgan's cell but there was no answer and I was honestly getting worried. I wanted to see how she was because now that I know what she goes through, I feel the need to make sure that she's okay.

After calling her the third time I went into my car and drove to Morgan's house. Her house wasn't the nicest thing to live in. It was small and could use some yard work.

I knocked on the door but there was no answer and I grew even more concerned. I was so worried about her.

I liked Morgan. The way her eyes reflected in the light was something that I loved about her. She was a beautiful yet fragile girl and I knew she wasn't happy and I wanted her to be happy.

A girl like her at this age should be happy but she wasn't.

Yes, you can't be happy all the time but she spent her life in misery and it made me heart broken. She doesn't deserve the pain that she experiences, she's such a sweet and caring girl and I cared about her.

Morgan Brian. She was beautiful and all I wanted to see was her smile.

"Morgan?" I say as I open the door and look inside her house but there was no answer. I closed the door behind me as I looked around.

No one was home.

I walked around her house seeing how cluttered and messy everything was.

This was the kind of life she lived and it made me mad that her own mom never cared for her. Morgan grew up on her own, she raised herself ever since she was little and I know that when I was at her age, I needed my mom more than ever. But, she didn't have a mom and that broke my heart because I know that I couldn't even live without my mom.

The smell of weed was the only thing I could smell in this house. It was awful. How could you live like this?

I walked up the stairs and went into each room until I found a room that I knew was Morgan's. Her bed was pushed to the side and her walls were a light blue but seemed faded. A small desk was in the corner.

I slowly began looking through her stuff and I knew I shouldn't but I was so intrigued. I wanted to know this girl. 

I wanted to know what was going through Morgan's head.

I ended up finding nothing until I looked under her desk and saw a crumpled up piece of paper. Cautiously, I reached over and spread out the paper and it was filled with writing.

Morgan's writing.

I then began reading.

This wasn't the life I chose. This wasn't the life that I wanted to live. I want to live in my dreams. Dreams that were filled with a family, love, and happiness. But dreams don't come true, they never will. I won't ever find love or happiness or a family. I won't find someone who will love me and care for me and be there for me. It's always going to be just me. I dream about playing professional soccer and getting into a good college but with what money? Who is going to support me? I have no one.

I stopped reading. I wanted to continue but it felt so wrong. It was crumpled under her desk for a reason. But I couldn't help myself. If there was one person in her life that could help her it would be me. I wanted to help her.

I continued reading.

I love someone but there will never be a day where this someone will love me back. Kelley O'Hara was an absolutely beautiful woman.

My eyes widened at what I had read. She was talking about me. I kept reading.

She cared for me and she treated me so good. She appreciated me and she was there for me when I was at my breaking point. I loved staring into her light brown eyes. The freckles on her face make her seem more alive and even more beautiful. I don't know what love is but Kelley O'Hara, my soccer coach, was someone that...

The writing stopped. I was desperate to know what she would have said to finish her sentence.

I was desperate.

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