The next morning i started to pack some things. Hope yawned.
"What are you doing Mommy?" she said and opened her eyes.
"I'm packing honey" i replied back to her.
"Why? I don't wanna leave!" she said, and got up.
"I know sweetie, but Karan's parents told us to leave," i said.
"Why would they say that? I taught they loved us," she said.
"Of course, they love us," i say.
"Then why are they kicking us out?" she asked.
"They are not kicking us out. Besides we have to find a place somewhere. We can't live here forever" i say.
She rolls her eyes and lays down again.
We walk down to eat breakfast.
I sit down. There's a weird tension between us. Karan's parents are here too.
Hope takes her oatmeal in her spoon and drops it down again.
"Sweetie it has to go in your mouth at some point," i say and look at her.
"I'm not hungry," she says with a sad voice.
"Hey.....i know that you're sad that we're leaving, but look at the bright side. We will have our own place now" i say and stroke her hand.
"Wait..what? You're leaving?" Mr. Anthony asks. Mrs. Anthony looks up confused.
"Karan said that you guys wanted us out," i ask them confused.
"We never said that?" they say looking at each other. They look at Karan. "Karan, what's going on?"
Mr. Anhony and Mrs. Anthony look at him.
"You wanted me out?" i look at Karan.
"It doesn't really matter. Does it?" he asks and continues to eat. He didn't even look at me.
"Why are you acting like that? Did i do something wrong?" i ask him.
"No?" he says continuing to eat.
"Then why do you want us out now?" i ask.
"I just don't want you here anymore," he says.
I shake my head. I start to get tears in my eyes.
"Honey, what's going on? Mrs. Anthony asks
"Nothing," he says.
"What did i do?" i say looking at Karan. Tears run down my cheeks.
He looks up at me.
"It doesn't matter. Just leave it" he says.
"Why are you being like that?" i ask.
He gets up.
I get up too.
"Stop! Karan! Look at me!" i shout. He turns around.
"Just please be honest with me. What did i do to deserve this?" i say cryingly.
He stands for some minutes and looks at me.
"Fine. Don't say anything. I'll leave. Just give me one more day to pack" i say.
Then i go up the stairs, and into the room.
I go over to the bed and lay down.
I start howling.
The door opens. I know it's Hope.
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Love or Fixed
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