A/N: OH MY GOD, sorry I haven't updated. I have been reading redemption by ZerriesGap! Oh lord, the feels for her story are too much. Anyway loves, I know you deserve more than that. (That was a terrible excuse) but, I also had a little bit of writers block I guess you could say. lol I knew what I wanted to write, but I couldn't put it in words, but I think I figured it out..
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After dropping me off back at home, Harry texted me and told me to call/text or just come on over if I needed anything. When I walked inside though, I was expecting my father to be gone, and a note my father wrote telling me to clean up. Instead the house was spotless, and my father was sitting on the couch watching Pawn Stars.
"Hey dad." I said, quietly.
"Hey, Kris." He smiled. What?
"Listen, I know you were gone last night" He said.
I nodded, waiting for him to finish.
"Without permission." He said.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I stared at him, my blood boiling.
"Can you explain why?" He asked.
"Like you care." I snorted.
"Kris, whether I care or not, I'm still your father." He said, tightly.
"Okay. You wanna know why I left without your permission? Because I went and visited Mom, and then totally lost it. A friend from school was there, fortunately, and he offered to drive me home since I totally lost it-"
"What do you mean lost it?" He asked.
"Like I was looking into the distance shouting 'mom' over and over again. I didn't even realize my friend was there until a little afterwards." I explained.
"And then, he dropped me off at home, and again, you had a party. I heard screaming and yelling. There were beer cans littering the window seal, and all I wanted was to be comforted. So when he offered to let me stay on the couch at his place, I couldn't pass it up!" I shouted.
"His?" My father emphasized.
"Yes, his." I said.
"Oh, you naïve, Kris." He mocked.
"Well, I am your daughter." I smirked, heading down the hall.
My father doesn't give a shit. He doesn't care if I am at a boys, if I'm home, or if I'm gone. He just wants a reason to yell at me.
I slammed my bedroom door, and felt for the pencil sharpener blade under my pillow. I felt it, grabbed it, and held it horizontally angled, across my left wrist.
Then I remembered the text Harry sent. "Call/text or just come by if you need anything ."
I texted him: "Harry, are you busy?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but what do you need?" He replied.
"To not be a burden.."
He hadn't replied. I decided that that was a waste of time. I put on The Little Mermaid and eventually fell asleep.
I woke up when the movie ended, due to the obnoxious rain that just began outside. I checked my phone. Two texts, from: Harry.
"Well you are a burden, Kris." The first one read.
"And I only felt sorry. What with your mom & all." The second one read.
I felt as if someone stabbed a knife into my stomach, and twisted it around before pulling it out just to repeat the action again.
I started crying when realization hit me. I have no one. Mandy is gone, my mother is gone, my father admitted the obvious only hours ago and Harry doesn't even care. He only felt sorry for me.
But you are not a burden. You're Kristie Marie Moore. A voice a lot like my mother's said in my head.
"NO!" I screamed, just as the sharpener blade sliced my wrist. I sobbed. "No no no no." I sobbed weakly.
"Kris?" A familiar voice asked.
I didn't turn to look at who it was. I have nobody so who could it be?
"Kris." A female said. "What happened?"
"I have nobody." I apparently said out loud. "I am a burden."
"Kris, this is nonsense. You have me." She touched my back, comfortingly.
"But I don't know you." I said.
"Yes, yes you do." Her voice was calm, and soothing.
"I don't know you." I repeated.
"But you do. Kristie look at me." A hand tilted my chin up, but when I looked up, nobody was there. Not the voice, the hand, the face. Nothing was there.
"I love you to the moon and back a thousand times." that same voice whispered in my ear.
"Mom?" I whispered through my sobs.
"I'm always right here. Just like the boy said." That voice repeated.
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