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I Would've Saved My Tears

Okay so this is only my second attempt at writing a story. There will be a sequel eventually for this book. But anyways enjoy and give me feedback:)

*flash back*

I woke up to fighting but I pushed it out of my brain. I Noel Evans am turning thirteen and nobody could ruin that not even my fighting parents.

The screaming match kept going but I blocked it out. This was my day! May 17 has finally come and I am finally turning 13 years old! I got up and grabbed my old pink knee length dress. It had tears and patches and stains but it was all I had besides jeans and I was NOT wearing jeans for my birthday. I grabbed a brush and pulled it through my long dark brown hair. The loose waves fell down my back all the way to my bum. I grabbed my gray sweater because I needed to stay warm in the London weather! Just as I was finishing brushing my teeth my brother walked in.

"Todd don't you know it's rude to walk in on someone?"

"Sorry sis, but happy birthday! The big 1-3, love! Here I got you this." Todd smiled his cheeky smile and handed me the small wrapped box. I took it and hastily opened the wrapping to reveal a small velvet box. Slowly I opened it to reveal a blue, green, and purple bracelet.

"I bought one to match yours so no matter where we are and no matter how much mom and dad fight we know we still have each other!" He held up his wrist to show off his matching bracelet.

"Thank you Todd this is the best gift ever! I love it so much! Help me put it on?" I questioned and he nodded and walked over taking the string from my grasp and tying it tightly around my wrist.

"Happy birthday! Now let's get going! Don't want to be late on your birthday do ya Noel?"

I furiously shook my head and grabbed my backpack that was just hardly holding together and ran out the door to catch the bus.

***

The day went by fast and I couldn't wait to get home and have my birthday dinner, but as soon as I walked in I knew something was up.

"Mom? Dad? Todd?"

"In the living room, NOW!" My dad called, no shouted. He almost sounded... angry?

I walked in and Todd was on the couch with a worried look and my parents told me to sit down.

"I'm leaving" my dad bluntly stated.

"W-what?" I asked my eyes already filling with tears.

"Actually we're leaving. Your brother and mom will stay here and you and I are moving to Florida. Tomorrow. So go up stairs and pack your bags you ugly helpless child! And DON'T make me tell you twice!" My dad shouted.

How could they be so cruel it was my birthday and they decided to split the family? I had never seen my dad like this. He never talked to me this way. I ran up the stairs into my room locking the door behind me. I did the only thing I had been told people did when they got upset...

I went into the bathroom and grabbed my razor from the shower.

What am I doing? How can I hurt myself? Am I really feeling this low?

I tried to stop myself but I couldn't. The blade sliced through my flesh and I yelped in pain. The physical pain was so much better than the mental though. My brain said stop but my body didn't listen. Eventually, I cleaned myself up, took a shower and headed to bed.

***

I woke up from my restless slumber to the sound of my father yelling to me to "get my lazy butt out of bed" I did and quickly packed my few belongings into a small bag. I set it by the door and went to my brother's room.

"Todd?"

He looked up from his bed his eyes glossy and red. He silently got up and hugged me. Tears began filling my eyes and soon enough we were both sobbing.

"It'll be okay Noe. I promise. I love you so much don't ever forget me and just remember the bracelet I gave you whenever you miss or need me."

"I love you please don't let him take me!" I sobbed into his shirt leaving a tear stain.

"I wish I could but I can't help you I've tried he won't listen. I'm so sorry. Write me when you get there okay?"

"Okay I love you"

"I love you too. Now go before he gets even more mad!" Todd whispered.

I stepped from his embrace, grabbed my bag from my room, and headed downstairs.

***

About 11 hours later the taxi we took from the airport arrived at a small White House on the beach. I stepped into the hot air taking in the view. The water was a bright blue and the sand a creamy white. I grabbed my bags and headed to the front door of my new home. I found a room not saying one word to him since we left London. I hated him for taking me and making me leave my home. I would never forgive him. Then he walked into my room and over to wear I was seated on my bed unpacking. Before I knew it there was a sharp pain on my cheek and hot tears joined the mix.

"Get your lazy ass up and unpack the rest of the house. I'm going out. You better be here when I get back." He shouted as he left the room and stalked out the door.

I buried my head in my hands and sobbed. If only I knew that was only the beginning of the pain, I would've saved my tears.