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Chapter Sixteen
I vloged about you today. You wouldn't believe how many people are a sucker for romance books. Even if the person in them don't proceed with the relationship.
I talked about how much you hurt me. The pain you inflicted on me and the more I talked the more people begun to come on my you now.
They all dislike you, Grace, they wrote mean awful comments about you. Though in our story. We were both the bad guy,
I was more of the bad guy, I didn't mean to hurt you, Gracie. I would start a family with you right now if you'd let me.
I would take whatever your baby's gender is and raise it as my own. I don't know why I'm making excuses for what you did during my mother's funeral.
After I stormed off. I saw a little girl hand in hand with her father. She was wearing a black dress with her eyes stained with tears.
"Where's mommy?" She cried and the older man coughed. "Mommy won't be around anymore baby. She's gone" he tells her holding back his tears.
"Gone to where never-ever land?" She questions her brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Something like that baby," he said.
I opened the door for the both of them as they entered the funeral home. I couldn't imagine losing my mom that young.
My mom even though I never acted like it. She meant everything to me. She wanted me to succeed and when I brought you home. She knew I had succeeded with you.
I pated down my pants trying to find the box of cigarette and that's when I remembered I left it in my coat pocket,inside.
I couldn't walk back in there. Not with you in there anyways. You were probably getting all the attention. You were probably loving it, weren't you?
I found a lighter in the pocket of my dress pants. All I have is a damn lighter? "How about I give you a cig if you let me have a light?" A man questions.
He looks familiar but I shake the thought of where I know him from out of my head and nod.
I allow the toxic between my fingers as he lit his cig then mine. "Who'd you lose?" He questions and I cough as the smoke fills my lungs.
"My mum," I told him, I don't even know why I did. I don't even know why he brought it up anyways. That was pretty f'ed up.
