Chapter 6: One, Two, Three
Beat.
Pulse
"Dad wait !"
Beat.
Pulse.
Beat.
Pulse.
"Dad please !"
I wake up in cold sweat. My heart racing. I feel like I'm about to throw up. I sit up in my bed. My room is dark. This is not the first time I've had this dream, where I'm watching my dad walk through the door of our house while I'm glued to the floor. Out of my life. I was so dumb ! What I did, what I said.. He could've stayed.
I realize I'm not breathing properly and and I stop and start over.
Inhale. One . Two . Three .
Exhale. One . Two . Three .
Okay. I'm okay.
I hear footsteps coming to my room and I know its my mom. My door opens and she pokes her head in.
I lay back down. She comes and sits on my bed.
"Wanna talk?" She asks.
I honestly don't want too.
I've talked about it way to many times and I still feel awful.
I look at her and shake my head. I can't, not tonight.
"Sorry mom." I say.
She smiles and kisses my head, "don't be just know I'm here whenever you need me."
She leaves and I stare at the ceiling. I look at the clock and it reads: one two three. I groan, roll over, and force myself to sleep.
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Just Another Love Story
Teen FictionBelle Ramirez is Lincoln High's sweetheart. Happy all the time, kind to everyone, top of her class, beautiful girl who is envied by almost everyone. But no one (except her best friend of course) knows about her past; why she is the way she is. Along...
