Chapter 1

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JORDAN'S POV

I sit next to my mother as she lays in her hospital bed asleep. Tears stain my cheeks. I have my eyes focused on her pale face. I look at her monitor and see her heart beats turns into a straight line.

I begin to panic and scream for the nurses and doctors. Tears start to stream down my face as I'm pushes out of the room by nurses and doctors.

And after that I lost everything that kept me living.

~Few days later~

I stand around my mother's graving crying. I can physically feel my heart breaking into little pieces.

I fall to my knees asking god why all this happened to me. Pleading for him to take me with her. Brushing the dirt off my knees, I stand up and take one more look at where my mother is baried in the ground.

I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn around and see a lady in a suit holding a black binder.

"Jordan Jones?"

"Yes?" I replied

"Hello, Im Mrs. Burns from the Washington State Orphanage. Since your not an adult yet the state has contacted us and informed us on your situation. I will be staying with you at your mothers house tonight and tomorrow morning you must move in with your father in Nebraska."

All this hit me like a bus. I didnt know what to say but before I knew it I was in the back of Mrs. Burns car with all of my luggage next to me and in the trailer driving behind us.

It took us hours until we arrived at a house that stored ten years worth of memories I tried to forget. Everything looked the same. The white porch that stretches around the white two story house. The balconies with tables and chairs. The view of a pond that is apart of the land the house was built on. The house always looked like it came out of a movie.

We pulled into the drive way and Mrs. Burns takes the keys out. We sit in silence for few seconds before she says, "I know you dont want to do this but this is what your mother put in her trust before she past away. This is what she wanted for you."

"But this isnt what I want for myself."

"Well as long as your under eighteen you have to live here with your father and his new wife."

"New wife?"

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