His arms held you securely in his embrace never wanting to let go. Your tears stained his shirt as your head was pressed against his chest. Your arms strongly wrapped around his torso,his chin rested on your head. You felt some tears fall on top of your head,but you couldn't mind less.
"I love you. So much." Mitch said planting a kiss on your forehead.
"I love you even more."
"Impossible... I'm sorry I have to leave. I really do love you"he held you like that for who knows how long.
I've seen the back of his car getting smaller and smaller until it completly dissapeared.
2 weeks time skip
I can't cry. Mitch told me we would see each other again and I believe him. He loves me and I love him. He told me to be strong,to move on,to be happy and I promised I would,but it was hard.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on your thight red dress. You got your purse and headed to the car, locking the door behind yourself. You started the engine and stepped on the gas pedal,going straight to the bar. Sitting on a bar chair, you ordered a beer and started sipping it.
Once you were on your 8th bottle you felt somebody sit next to you.
"Why is a beautiful girl such as yourself sitting here all alone?"
You turned your head to see a blue-eyed guy with a blondish brown hair and a sharp jawline. He was kinda hot so the internal drunken voice inside your head told you to give it a shot.
"Hi...uhm what's your name?"
"I'm Jackson"
"Y/N"
The conversation went on for the whole night followed by you exchanging numbers and sharing a kiss which quickly turned into a make-out session. You had a very good time. He was a very cute and funny guy.
5 years time skip
"I'm home!" Jackson yelled and closed the door hurshly. You sighted. Jackson used to be that sweet guy every girl would kill to have. After a year he married you,just a few months after you gave birth to your wonderful twins Logan and Laura. But as the time went Jackson started drinking and became very agressive. And one day he started being abusive. He would hit you even in front of your children. You wanted to leave,but you couldn't. He wouldn't let you and also your kids were too young to just leave. And if Jackson found out he would hurt you,really bad. And maybe he would even hurt your children and you couldn't risk that.
"Hi. I'm in the kitchen."you yelled back to him.
He came in and sat at the table just as you put the plate down in front of him.
"So...how was your day?"
"Why the fuck are you asking if you don't even care?!"he yelled at you. You didn't want to argue with him and potentially make this escalate. So you stayed silent and went upstairs to check on the twins. They were both sleeping peacefuly.
"I'm going out. Not coming home till tomorow. Not that you fucking care anyway."and with that you heard the door close which woke the twins and made them slowly open their eyes.
"Mommy what's happening?" Laura asked rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists.
You took a bag and started packing some clothes.
"Oh don't worry sweetheard, everything's fine. I just decided that the three of us are going to visit your grandfather. But don't tell daddy,okay? He's.....bussy." with those words your heard fell and some tears threatened to fall but you pushed them back and took the bag and your children and quickly got into the car. You hesitated for a second but eventualy stepped on the gas pedal-risky move but for the best.
You knocked on the familiar door,the nervousness getting the best of you. It finaly opened and there he stood-the one and only Stan Hurley-your father.
You weren't sure how was he going to react. I mean he hasn't seen you in what-5 or 6 years?
