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My babies 👆🏻

ONWARDS!

Jaylynn:

It's been a few weeks since we went to Trevor's home town.

Things have been quiet, but we've both been busy.

I miss him.

Sadly we both had to go back to work, and we both went to our separate lives. I went back home, Trevor stayed in his apartment. We hadn't seen each other much since we got back. Maybe once or twice.

It's almost coming to Halloween, and I'm excited to celebrate with him. My first holiday with him.

We are planning on seeing each other tonight, but I'm worried since he said he'd pick me up from my house since I'm not working today.

My Father has been on edge ever since I got back. Tension has never been higher, and I feel like one slip up will make him explode.

I sat on my bed, overthinking everything that might happen. I'm not prepared for what the future might hold.

*knock knock* my head turned towards my door, still on my pillow. "Yeah?" My voice was hoarse.

Freddy opened the door quietly.

"What's up squirt?" Freddy smiled.

"Nothing I guess. Trevor is picking me up later..." Freddy nodded.

"Well... mom's finished with dinner, go wash up kiddo." Freddy had a tired smile on, looking worried. "Oh and uh... dad's home early."

I felt my body tense. I wasn't ready if he confronted me about Trevor. "Thanks." He closed the door.

I got up and packed up my things real quick, putting necessities in my bag. I kept my bag on the floor, walking towards the bathroom. I quickly washed up before running downstairs.

"Hi baby." My mom perked up with her same tired smile.

"Hi mom." I kissed her on the cheek before sitting down at the table. Father was quiet. Holding his beer can in one hand and the news paper on the table.

My mom plated our food, quickly setting out my fathers first, then us, then herself. Her portions remaining very small. He didn't say anything. Not a word, not a glance. Silent.

I'd honesty rather hear my father scream, or at least say something. Because that's normal for me. This, this isn't normal. It's scarier to hear nothing from him than to hear him yell. And I'm absolutely terrified.

"So dear, how was work?" My mom quietly spoke up.

"Shut the hell up. I have a headache." He rubbed his temples, scowling. My mom didn't say another word.

I can tell she looked sad by his response. I hate how she loves him after the way he's treated her. But you can't help who you love or who you've grown attached to... right?

I finished my meal quickly, wanting to leave this damn table.

I quickly shot a text to Trevor, letting him know I was ready.

I'll be there in 10.

I was happy, because if it was any longer I'd probably go insane.

I put my phone back in my pocket, quietly standing up, taking my plate to the sink, rinsing it off, and quietly walking towards the stairs.

No one said a word.

I walked to my room, quickly gathering my stuff. Throwing last minute items in my bag. Including some of my stuffies. Knowing if I did slip back in my little space, I'd have something there to help.