The Relationship of Summer and Liberty GONE

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I'm so freaked out now. I have zero clues about what's going to happen if I entered those doors. Did Summer saw everything? Is she going to kill me for she did!? I'm so scared! I aproached the front door and heard pottery breaking and furniture falling onto the floor, a deafening scream with it. It was worrying.
I slowly opened the door anxiously, as it was somehow unlocked. But, another china smashed into pieces to the door and stopped my tracks. And before anything could threaten my safety again, I closed the door with a loud 'bang', never daring to enter again. Suddenly, a powerful pull opened the door to the point it nearly came out of it's latches, and Summer looked like an utter mess. She pulled my hair painfully. It hurts so bad! STOP! She let go and started to scream about me with Travis frustrated. I was so scared I nearly cried. She suddenly slappem my face saying, "You useless slut!" At that point, she denounced our broken friendship. My heart shattered to thousands. Summer said sharply for me to get out, my furniture and things assumed to be hers too. I left empty-handed, the only things I had on my hand was a little alien friend( I got from work), and the pieces of my broken heart.
I went over to Travis' house crying. He was so heart-warming and kind, he understands everything I spoke. He even offered to let me stay at his place. I was grateful to have him as a friend.
Night fell and I went to sleep. The thought of this morning kept on surfacing and I continued bawling like a baby. Travis comforted me wholeheartedly with some nice, hot cocoa flavored with warm hugs. I lied down after that, thinking that either me or Summer would have Travis. We can't date him together. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, I'm in so much pain.
The next morning, I went outside to breathe in much-needed air. When I reached to the newspaper at the porch, the metal-shine from a truck took my attention. I saw the familiar furniture of mine being loaded into the loud truck. She sold all of my furniture.

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