Twenty-One

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I was pulled out of my wondering thoughts by the flash of lights next door, as I cut the engine I noticed a young girl, several years my junior being loaded into an ambulance. Flashes of the last time I set foot in the beach house came to me and I sent a silent prayer out to her. It wasn't long before she and the rig disappeared into the night and I was left alone to stare up at the broken memories before me, the quiet white painted house seemed like any other on the block but it held some of my worst days inside it. I let my blood shot brown eyes trace the front lawn and glide to the front steps flash back came so smoothly as I looked at the rough brick.

"Babe?" I yelled from the garage as I climbed out of the car. Soft sobs hit my ears and my heart raced as I ran blindly to the man I loved, Jamie sat perfectly on the cream colored sheets of our bed as I came into the sunn bathed room my brown haired husband didn't move.
"Hime love what's wrong?" I asked knowing that when I left just five minutes earlier he was fine.
"Vic I called the ambulance. I'm bleeding!" He welled helplessly holding onto his small baby bump. My heart dropped as the sounds of sirens filled my ears. Not two hours later was my daughter buried and my husband and I heartbroken.

The next day Hime made me come pack our things and move to the city. He was never the same after that and I never forgot my baby girl, in secret a lot of nights I would go to the grave yard and sit with her trying so desperately to save Jamie and I. Of course now that is over and I have to live in the place I lost it all, nearly the saddest I've ever been I walked inside the cold quiet house and made my way to the soft pink bedroom I'd never taken down even though I promised myself I would. Maybe it was the beer or made it was the young girl but as I sat in the rocking chair that had once been my mother's I cried for my little girl. I cried for the neighbor and her health and I cried for me. My thoughts went back to Kellin and wondered if he was okay, his blue eyes where the last thing I saw before I fell asleep.

A/n: sorry!

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