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Chapter 35

November 28th.

Mylenah's POV

I'm not mad that Rebecca was gone for so long. I'm not upset that she hurt me. I'm just disappointed.

She had told me that she changes when she gets shit faced.

I knew she was drunk, but yet I tried to talk to her.

What was I thinking? I haven't left my room since yesterday. Jonathan and Jimmy have came in the room to talk to me but I ignore them. Alex came in once and told me that he went to visit Rebecca but I didn't listen to anything he said.

I rolled over on my bed and remembered how much fun me and Rebecca had before she left randomly.

I closed my eyes and slept.

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"Sweetie, wake up," someone said to me. I rolled over and saw Morgan looking down on me.

"Why did you call me sweetie?" I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat on the ground so he was eye view with me.

"When Rebecca was born, I didn't know what to do, I wasn't young, I was 26, I didn't like kids, I hated them actually." He tells me. "Wha-" I ask but then he cuts me off.

"When they left the hospital to come back home. I didn't touch her. I didn't even hold her when she was born. I didn't even want her. But one day she was crying in our room and my wife wasn't there to calm her down, I had no clue what to do. So I picked her up and she stopped crying. That's when I knew. Whenever Rebecca was sad, when someone picks her up, or now loves her. She stops being sad." He tells me.

By now I was in full tears because I realized I love Rebecca.

"I love her," I tell him.

"Go tell her," he says.

I jump out of bed and run to my door almost hitting the wall. He laughs at me. And I run down the stairs. And them go to the basement before anyone can even talk to me.

I reach Rebecca's door and I'm about to knock on it and I notice red around my wrist where Rebecca was holding it.

Why is is still red?

Before I even place my hand on the door, it swings open. And standing in front of me is none other than Rebecca. She has bags under her eyes and her hair is messed up. She's also wearing shorts and a "I hate myself" shirt. She has bruises on her arms and thighs and a cut along her cheek.

"What happened?!" I ask her.

"I hurt you," she says her eyes filling with tears. Then she grabs my arm and looks at it.

"I really hurt you," she says again.

"No no no. I'm fine, what happened to you?" I ask her.

"I hurt you, so I hurt myself." She says.

I grab her and hug her tight. I can feel her breathing deeply and I soon feel her hands wrap around my body and press herself closer to me than we already are.

"I love you." I tell her. And she pulls back.

She leans in to kiss me and I can taste tears. She cups my face and pulls away only enough to I can still feel her breathe on my lips.

"I love you, Mylenah."