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I CAN'T REMEMBER the last time I'm this excited about waking up in the morning.

Maybe when I was a little younger and I knew it was my birthday. Even when it's not my birthday, I was always happy to be out of bed to embrace a wonderful new day.

But when I started to grow up, everyday becomes shitty to me. I don't even want to wake up some times.

Growing up with my parents changed everything about me. It changes the things that I once believed in.

Even though my mom and dad looks like Hollywood's perfect couple, they're just lying to each other, they've always been lying to each other and that always makes me so angry.

They've been pretending all their lives and I just fucking got tired. I grew up to know they hated each other before they finally had my sister. They always show the world they were happy but when they come back home, it's just the opposite. I didn't even know I would get to have a sister but I did. I thought things would always be the way they were but my sister happened and I was happy things are finally going to be good but became shittier every new day.

I can remember, I'd lock myself in after getting back from school, just to avoid the awkwardness in the house. Everyone acting like they got their shits under control, pretending nothing is happening. The funniest thing is that a lot is going on and I have not even the tinniest idea of what it is. So when I finally moved out of the house for college, I could only think of one thing, one word. RELIEF.

My dad is the most wonderful man but he's still an asshole with attitude most time and I wonder why my mom haven't left him already. He doesn't talk much to her but I've seen my mom cry most times. I always knew it's probably because of some things he did or said to her.

He loves me, he loves my sister and I know that but I still feel he needs to love my mom more. I've questioned my mom so many time why she wouldn't leave but she said she loves my dad. Is that even an excuse?

I thought love was something that is suppose to make you feel good and not the other way round. Love is suppose to make you happy and not make you pretend you are happy.

Maybe I've always had the wrong meaning of love.

Maybe love makes you do the wrong things instead of the right things.

Love even makes you want to stay when you shouldn't.

Living with them and watching them put up with each other's lies made me give up on that one thing. There is no point in believing in it when people around you suffer because of it.

I've always felt my life can only be perfect if I don't let anyone in. If I run from that one thing that hurts my parents, I'm safe.

Now I have a feeling things are about to change for me. Thinking about the Liam that I've gotten to know lately, I know we're close to starting something new and that excites me a lot.

Waking up the following morning, I hurry out of bed, smiling to myself as the memory of last night comes flooding in my head.

Why did he kiss me goodnight on the forehead?

Does he feel what I feel?

Or Is that one of his tricks to get a blonde into his bed?

I've known Liam to be into blonde women and since I'm one, he might just want to get me into his bed.

I shrug my doubts off. Who cares? As long as I'll be the only blonde in his bed.

I walk out of my room into the living room and I see no sign of Liam except for a tray of breakfast on the dinning table. I walk to the table to check out the tray only to find a note beside the tray. I pick the note up and read: