Its her.
Her fault.I run my thumb over the glass that contains her picture inside.
She left.
And they wonder why I am the way I am.
(Flash back)
I was Six years old.
My mom had laid me down for a nap.
I was sound asleep but I woke up to yelling coming from my parents room.I rubbed my eyes and slipped out of bed.
I walked out of my room into the hallway and listened to them argue."Hannah I don't think you know what you're about to do is going to mess up Jesse's life forever!" I heard my dad yell at my mom.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE???" She screamed at him.
I took a few steps back from their room.
I heard what sounded like the drawers to their dresser slam shut and their bedroom door swung open.
My mom walked out of the room with two suitcases in her hand."Mommy?" I asked her.
She stopped in front of me.
She set the suitcases down and got down to my level."Jesse...honey you know I love you...don't you?" She asked me.
She wasn't yelling anymore.
She was speaking softly.Dad was standing behind her with such a sad emotion on his face.
I didn't like it.I looked back at my mom.
"Yes mommy I do. I love you..why would you think I don't? " I gave her a big hug and squeezed her tight."I'm going on a very long trip Jesse...okay?" She told me.
I looked at her and started to cry.
"How long mommy.."
"I won't be coming back Jesse." She gave me a kiss on my head and stood up.
"Hannah..please." my dad said to her.
"Brian...don't. " she gave him a cold stare.
She picked her suitcases up and walked to the door.
I was still crying.
I was so confused.
Why couldn't I go with her if she wasn't coming back?
She opened the door and turned back to look at me."I love you Jesse."
(End of flashback)
I sighed at the memory.
I threw the empty can of beer in my trashcan beside of my bed.I haven't seen her since that day.
And I would probably never see her again.I just hope she's happy.
Because I'm not the slightest bit happy.《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》
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Teen FictionLord...please help me with this....because if he wants to stay in my life...then I'll let him 《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》 Alyssa Logan. Nineteen, brown hair, blue eyed, and broken girl. Jesse Peterson. Twenty-one, Brown haired, brown eyed and troubled...