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“What exactly did she say?” Mark questioned, through clenched teeth, sounding strangled.
“Well, she called and basically I told her that we didn’t really want her to visit and that I don’t like her..and..and she basically said that she didn’t care about us and that she would rather us not be her children because we are a waste of money….” I spit out so fast, hoping that maybe it wouldn’t be coherent.
“She said WHAT?!?!” he screamed, not caring to control his anger. I immediately sat down on our living room sofa in fear.
What? He’s scary when he’s mad.
“Linda, im sorry. Come here.” He said in a soft voice. Damn him. When I didn’t move, he came to sit next to me and pulled me into a hug.
I couldn’t help but miss the way he held me. The way he smells. Before I could stop it, I felt the tears streaming down my face.
There was so much that was wrong with me, right now.
I like my gay best friend, as way more than a friend.
My mother doesn’t even care about me. How could she say all those things. I cant believe her.
AND I’m completely in love with an amazing guy, but he was born as my brother. Does someone hate me or what?
“Linda, don’t cry. Who gives a shit if she cares about us. We’ve got each other right?” I sniffled and nodded in response. “I love you. Okay? You’re my little sister and I wont let her talk to you like that as long as I live.” i just snuggled closer to him.
Guess he changed his mind. He only thinks of me as a little sister now.
Just great.
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“I guess you really did it this time..
Left yourself in your warpath.
Lost your balance on a tight rope
Lost your mind tryna get it back
Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed-”
Shit. Cellphone.
I tried to move, but there was something holding me down.
I realized that it was an arm…what the…
IF there’s an arm…there’s a body..
“Ahhhhhh who the hell are you and what the FUCK are you doing in my-”
