All's Fair in Love and Law

';Part Twenty Three - Trying To Forget

Hey, guys. Next chapter is here. A bit of a filler, sorry!

**SENSITIVE TOPIC BREECHED**

Love,

B. X

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Cherri's P.O.V.

It had been 2 weeks since Mom had left.

Dad was a mess.

He hadn’t been going into work, I had to force him to get out of bed every morning and all he would do was mope around the house. It was like he was sick or dying or something. I would make him something to eat, place it outside his bedroom door and when I came back an hour later it would be in the exact same place, untouched.

He slept with a picture of Mom, tight to his chest and when he did talk, it was only about her. I could tell he was really affected. He was broken. I’d never even seen Dad sick before and yet, here he was, at breaking point.

I talked to Mom on the phone every other day. She said that she was still in New York, but it was best for me to stay with Dad. I told her about how ill he was, but she said that she couldn’t do anything about it; Dad had brought it upon himself.

The divorce papers arrived in the mail. I threw them away. I didn’t want Dad to see them, he’d go crazy.

I had taken my law final. It had gone well and I was waiting for my grades in the mail. The letter would tell me what college I’d been accepted into.

I sat on the bottom step, watching the letterbox intently.

Jake sat behind me, rubbing my shoulders.

“Hey, babe, you’re stressing yourself out! Stay calm.” He soothed

“It’s okay for you! You got a 4.1 grade average!”

Jake had received his results last week. He received A’s in all of his subjects except for Calculus where he received an A-. He was a serious smartass and he’d do well in any Ivy League.

I was stressing out. Sure, I’d been studying Law since I could remember but what if I put down the wrong answers or messed something up? I needed to get into Harvard. Harvard was my life. My whole life was working up to getting into Harvard. I had the t-shirt and mug and pencils and everything.

“You’ll be fine, I promise.” He smiled at me, his cute blue-gray eyes comforting me instantly.

Suddenly, the papers flopped onto the doormat.

Jake and I exchanged looks before I scrambled to grab the papers.

Ms Cherri Alonso

Alonso Estate

New York, NY

Board of Education

Oh my gosh, this was it. My grades. My college application.

The paper shook in my hands.

Jake’s arms encircled my waist, “You want to open them together?”

I nodded as he held my hands and opened the envelope.

“Pull them out Ri.” He prompted

I grabbed hold of the folded paper and pulled it out.

I gulped.

“You ready for this Ri?”

I nodded, stepping away slightly, “I need to read them first.”