"Please Don't Leave Me"

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Ever since the day Brandon told me he loved me, things have been going really good

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Ever since the day Brandon told me he loved me, things have been going really good. We still haven't told the media about us since things are going so well, it might only complicate things.

I was currently sitting on my bed, scrolling through snapchat while Brandon is sitting at my desk playing games on my laptop.

Suddenly I feel my phone vibrate. I look at it and see I have many missed calls and texts from Bella.

Sister Bella🌷:
Gabby!!!

Gabby where are you?!

PICK UP YOUR PHONE

ITS AN EMERGENCY

GABBY PICK UP

OMG

Gabby.. please,

We have to go home

It's about mom.

With that last message, I quickly call her back.

"Bella, what happened?"
"Slow down I can't understand you"
"Stop yelling at me"
"Isabella please breathe"
"WHAT?" I shout standing up, Brandon now also stands to his feet, looking at me concerned. I feel my eyes start to burn.
"oh my god" i say feeling a tear fall.
"Okay okay, i'll meet you there"
"I don't know I'll ask him."
"I love you too Bella, be safe" i say shakily.
The second I hang up, i look at Brandon.

"Baby what happened?" he asks rushing to my aid. The realization hits, and i feel my phone slowly drop from my grasp.
The tears start falling out of my eyes at a rapid pace and Brandon has to hold me up, so I don't sink to my knees.

"Hey, hey shh."
"Talk to me baby i'm here, what happened"
Brandon says trying his best to calm me down. He sits me down on my bed and helps me slow down my breathing. When i've calmed down a little bit I run to my closet to grab a bag.

"Woah, Gabby slow down" Brandon says to me but I just push him out of the way.

I grab some random clothes and shoes from my closet before shoving them into a bag, still moving very quickly.

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