"in a matter of time
you'll be mine
into my arms
not just in my mind"
"in the streets of NY
see i found an angel
you'll soon be mine
and i can not wait no"
April Glendale moved across the country with her mother to leave her...
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"i don't want to lose you as a friend"
It took fifteen minutes for me to get home, and another twenty minutes for my mom to get home. That thirty five minutes felt like years. My leg tapped consistently, so much so that it was on the verge of going numb. The couch I was sitting on was lumpy and uncomfortable, definitely not helping to calm my mood. As I heard the door open, I sprang up and started to wring my hands together.
"Mom," I yelled, slightly scared that it wouldn't be her.
Mom rushed into the living room around the corner and pulled me into a hug. "April, darling."
The world was shaking, and the air was heavy. "He's not going to find us, right?" I was crying now, tears falling down my face, which was probably an embarrassing red already.
"April, Quentin will never find us, and he will never put us throw any pain again. Okay? Okay?" She was so calm in this moment, but I could tell she was scared too. Her eyes were starting to shine, and I could see fear and doubt flash through her eyes. My head was pounding with the last words I had ever heard from my father.
"I will find you; we will be a family again. You can never stay away from me," he screamed as the officer dragged him out of the court room. He erupted into a fit after the judge charged him guilty of first degree murder.
Mom wrapped her arms around my shoulder and pulled me into her chest, covering my eyes.
"You can never hide from me, wherever you go, wherever you are, I will find you!"
I knew I shouldn't be scared. With the nation searching for him, there's no way he could make it across the country. And he wouldn't know where we moved to anyways. We were fine.
"I've already called," she rubbed my arm after pulling away, "they're having a protection detail staying outside of the apartment for a few weeks, but they don't believe that Quentin will find us. They don't even think he'll make it past Wisconsin."
That didn't make much sense to me because last I heard they had no idea where he was heading.
I just nodded. I'm only fifteen; I shouldn't be worrying about my murdering father coming to get me.
"How about you go lay down, sleep is probably the best thing for you right now. Don't worry about school tomorrow," my mom dropped her hand from my arm and crossed them across her chest.
It was only six, and I doubted I'd be able to fall asleep anytime soon, but my mom needed time alone. I wiped my flushed checks of runaway tears. I gave her one more quick, loose hug, before leaving to my room.
