Letters to him

Letter Number Twenty-two

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Dear,

Tommy Williams

Among the good news of coming home after school, I received the glorify surprise of Caroline sitting in the couch, eating Mexican Tacos al Pastor; which we usually eat. The only difference was that her hair was no longer long but short, just below her jaw. Her tired eyes enlighten in the sigh of me, and I did not waste any time to run up to her and come to her embrace I longed for.

"You're back," I say in shock trying hard not to brake and cry, I don't want her to see me in my weaken moments. I clutch her green sweater tight, making sure she won't fly away from my reach. Caroline is one of those people who doesn't wear perfume but somehow seems to have the scent of a rain dropped tropical flower. I look up to her, distinguishing how beautiful she looks without the tons of makeup she wears in her daily abnormal life. I may be the only one to notice this but, when it comes to that one person I can compete with, not academically Like I would, but a challenging person who would test my limits without warning and pushes that button everyone is afraid to push because they somehow know that beneath all the layers of doubt they know you'll brake them in a way you would be surprise you can overpower. Caroline is always there to ignite the gasoline embattled in me.

"I'm back," Caroline reassures.

A sudden trigger overwhelms me, "do you need anything? Can I get you some water? Don't stand up!" I say as I try to make her sit down, but she only uses me as a support to stand up.

"Sky, I'm freaking fine, Shit!" She leans on me closing her eyes.

"Caroline, Oh my God!" I scream in panic. I find myself not knowing what to do, Caroline sits back down. I reach for the phone in the side table and begin to dial 911 but I did not get to start the call because all Caroline did was snatch the phone away from me and dropping it next to her.

"Jesus Sky, I got dizzy for a sec, no need to make a fuzz over it." Caroline held the TV remote and began to watch her back-to-back episodes of American Horror Story. She did not bother to acknowledge my existence afterward. I stay there dumbfounded, unsure if she's alright. "Hey sky, get me my purse from the kitchen." She orders. 

I give a deep sigh. I manage to drag myself to the kitchen. I shivered as I walk to the cool room. I see her leather bag on the kitchen countertop. I held on to one of the straps and brought it towards me, making the bag tip over and spill all of its content on the floor. I grunt. I kneel on my knees and grab a handful of her items and throw them in the bag. I notice all her cigarettes spilled everywhere. I collect them and stuff them in the cigarette box, then throw them back into her private bag of life. I look around for any of her property, I see a rectangular box under the table, I have to lay on my stomach and reach for it, and I stretch my arm. Once I have a certain way of managing to hold the box then pull it out. I muffle a gasp. I cover my mouth, trying to hide any sounds escaping me. My heart starts to race blood overflows my body making me slightly panicked.

The small box was in a shade of light purple, there was a small image of exactly what I knew was. I then read the small words, Pregnancy Test. The box was not new, it was already open. My hands felt slightly heavier by the eaten in my hand. I delicately open the flap to the box. I slowly pull the device out. It was backward. Unsure if I should be invading the privacy to Caroline, I pondered for a few seconds. And I don't wait any longer, I turn the device over. I squint making sure I am not seeing wrong.

It reads a light red cross. I begin to breathe deeply. Air is caught deep in my chest making it ache. I drop everything, without any warning tears gush down my hearten cheeks. I defensibly shove the thing in the box and in her bag. I grab the bag and walk fast to the living room, stomping as I did when Caroline would make me run. I enter the living room, where Caroline is relaxed and still watching TV, I throw the bag violently next to her.