Hell-oh! I can't believe it. Chapter 41. It's been almost two months since I began this story. I'm sorry for the sad chapters but there is more drama and funny moments to come. Trust me.
-Kat
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~Wren~
"I'm moving." I whispered softly. I watched as Mikey's face dropped into sadness. He had just asked me to marry him and I dropped this bomb on him. I can't believe this is happening. I watched as Mikey sat down on the foot of the bed, tears running down his face. I crushed his world, threatening to take away three people he loved most. But I need to tell him the rest.
"Where are you moving to?" He asked softly. His words stabbed me deeply as I just wanted to hold onto him and never let go. I frowned and tried to keep my cool.
"I'm moving to Nashville, Tennessee.” My words broke as I felt no emotion. No feeling. There’s a point where you begin to feel so sad you don’t feel a thing. I watched as Mikey frowned and hung his head between his shoulders with pain. I watched as he jumped up to his feet and basically sprinted to the twins’ bedside. He looked down at the two slumbering boys and smiled, tears dripping from his eyes. I watched as he stroked Oliver’s head softly. I felt nothing still, but I was wishing that I felt something. Anything.
“You’re taking them fourteen hours away from me, why?” He asked softly. I jerked as the tears ran down my cheeks. I could still remember everything from that day. It hit me like a train.
~3 hours earlier~
Ollie and Eugine slept soundly in their basinets while I sat at the dining room table with my homework open in front of me. The spacious room brightly lit by the morning sun. I sat in a pair of blue sweat pants that were rolled up to my knees. I wore a navy blue tee shirt. My brown hair tied in a ponytail as I tried to concentrate on my work. School was one thing I never liked but I had to do it. Especially if I want to become a concealer. I want to help people; I’ve always been good at it. I sighed as my parents came into the room. My mom looked radiant with gossip, she and I look alike. She had a few grey hairs, she had a few wrinkles under her eyes but that’s what you get for having three girls and a boy. My younger siblings were away doing something, I don’t know. My dad looked worried but yet intent with knowledge. I could feel my stomach begin to knot and twist. I dropped my pencil and looked at them. They both sat down in front of me with quizzical expressions.
“Wren, we’ve got some news and we don’t know how you’ll feel about it.” Mom whispered softly. I licked my lips quickly before sitting back in my seat. I nodded and smiled, acting like I didn’t know this was a bad thing but when a parent doesn’t know how you’ll feel about it, it usually is a bad feeling.
“Your father and I have been talking about this for a long time and when you dropped the bomb on us about Eugine and Oliver we weren’t sure what you’d do.” Mom mother stalled as much as she could but my patience was wearing deadly thin and I didn’t want any part of what she had in mind. I sighed and watched them both carefully.
“What do you want mother?” I asked with a tired hiss. I suppose I could be nicer but at this point I’m running off of two hours of sleep and twelve cups of coffee. My mom was taken aback by my sudden burst of language. She pursed her lips and faked a smile at me.
“We’re moving.” She announced suddenly. I felt my heart break in two. I was short of breathe. I leaned forward in my seat and sighed, my hands rubbing my forehead softly. I had to cough up the courage to look up at them.
“Where and when?” I asked harshly. They both looked at me with a smile.
“We’re moving to Nashville in two weeks.” My dad had a voice in this. I felt my anger just snap as I bounded to my feet. I could barely think properly. I looked at both of them with a harsh expression.
