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Update: I don't know what to think anymore.
Flashback:
January, 1994.
I poured the dog food into Eliot's bowl, as I watched Dad yell at mom from their bedroom. "You don't think that I go to work! Huh Karen?" Dad shouted in her ear. Mom was crying but fought back. "I know you don't! You go to riot up some woman, who you think looks fine and dandy, and you screw her in the back of the car until late in the afternoon before you get home!" Mom screamed at Dad. I held Eliot's collar in fear. "What the hell Karen!?" Mom stared at him hard. "You don't think, that I go to my job, work my ass off just to pay for this hell hole of a house?" He shouted. Mom pointed a finger at him. "Don't do that." She said sternly. "Do what?" "Lie to me!" Mom shouted again. "I'm not lying to you!" Dad hit the counter top. I took Eliot in my arms, running into my bedroom as quiet as a mouse, and looking through the door crack. "What money are you even talking about? Where is the god damn money?" Mom shouted. Dad scoffed. "We can use that money for good." Dad spat. "Like what? Paying for what? What could we possibly pay for, with only 100 dollars a month?" Mom put her hands in the air. "To pay for our bloody daughter to go to school!" Dad pointed at my bedroom door. "Oh yeah? Where does she wanna go to school huh?" Mom pressed. "What?" Dad squinted. "Where does Millie wanna go to school." Mom was sure pushing dad's buttons on this one. "If we get that money, anywhere she god damn pleases!" Dad shouted. "Parsons University of art and design! She's wanted to go their sine she was six! years! old!" Mom yelled. "So then she goes to Parsons!" Dad argued. "Get out." Mom spat through her teeth. "Get out of my house!" She screamed.
My eyes shot open. My breath quickened at the sight of another body beside mine. It was Finn's. At that moment that I realized it was the boy I loved so much, I snuggled back into his warm chest like a cat. I shut my eyes, trying so hard to remember what exactly had happened earlier that day. I then remember. My Brian turned on like a light switch. I blink open once again. Looking down at my stomach. There was no scars or anything on it. What about my operation? I wondered. My hair was a mess, and I had dried drool on my cheek. Finn was sound asleep, I watched as his chest raised and lowered every time he took a breath. My tummy didn't hurt anymore like it usually did. I looked outside to see puddles, with rain pounding on the ground outside. I realized I was in Finn's bedroom. I slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake him up. I looked in the mirror at myself. My tummy was flatter than I thought. I through on a shirt, and opened Finn's bedroom door before I heard a voice behind me. "Mills?" Finn said in the quietest voice. I turned around, looking at him sleep talking. I kissed his black curly hair and slipping quietly out the door.
It was ten minutes after the time that Noah said he would pick me up. I ran out in the rain, as I covered my head. I got into the front seat of Noah's car. I sat there, pouting, as Noah still had his hands on the wheel. The wind shield wipers went back and forth, making me slightly dizzy. "Jesus fucking Christ Millie." Noah lay his head on the steering wheel. "I was so worried about you." I slapped my arm lightly. "Sometimes, you're so.." He stopped himself. I started to sob quietly to myself. I covered my face in my hands and cried hard. Noah hugged me, rubbing his thumb against my arm. "Where's this sweater from?" Noah asked awkwardly. I think he was trying to make me feel better. "Sophia gave it to me." I sniffled into his shirt. "Who's Sophia?" He questioned me. "my friend." I wiped my eyes and sat back up. The boy hummed in response. Noah stared at me as I turned up the radio. "C'mon, lets go home." He started the car as I looked out the window as we passed the many houses. Once I finally stopped crying, I took pictures of the small houses huddled together. It reminded me a little bit of Virginia.
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EW I HATE THIS CHAPTER IM SO SORRY THIS WAS A FLOP. :/