Their Flame {ON HIATUS UNTIL MY WRITER'S BLOCK GETS HIT BY A TRUCK}

Chapter 10: Katrina

I open the door to my room and run over to my desk, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. 

I need to convince her we should stay. 

I am better at convincing people through writing than face to face conversations. So, I sit down and start writing.

          Dear Mom,

I feel horrible about dad and know you're upset but I need you to know something. Ever since I've been with you, over five years now. I have never made a friend, I've been alone all this time and I think I'm finally coming out of my shell. We have lives here mom and you know that, so let's find a place around here. I want you to know that I love you and you have given me so much already. If this is really what we have to do, I will support you. Besides, I wouldn't mind meeting your family. If there is absolutely no way to stay, it's ok, I won't be mad. Also, I'm sorry for lashing out earlier, I just wasn't prepared for what you said. I love you mom, and I need you to know I'll always have your back.

                                       Forever and Always,

                                                      Katrina

After reading the note over three times, I open her bedroom door and leave it on the nightstand beside my sleeping foster mom. Then I head back to my room and lie down. 

This has to work, I think as I drift off to sleep.

*** 

The next morning, I wake up to my mom shaking me gently. She's crying again. "I'm sorry baby, I was looking at houses and apartments almost all last night. There were no options around here in our price range. I just can't afford to live here right now, not right after a divorce."

Nodding, I smile and try to be strong for her, but inside I feel like I might explode. I try so hard but I can't keep a few tears from falling. 

We're going to Minnesota.

I wait until she leaves, letting me be. I text Jack feeling defeated, wanting to cry again.

"I tried." I type and sit back, waiting for a response. But instead of a text, my phone starts to buzz and a photo of Jack pops up.

"Katrina?" He asks and I can instantly tell he's devastated by my text.

"Jack." I reply, just as upset.

"Are you really going?" He asks me.

"Yes, Jack. Jack I'm sorry." I say, starting to cry.

"Don't cry. You don't have to be sorry, it's not up to you."

"I couldn't convince her. I couldn't make her stay. I couldn't make her change her mind."

"Stop that. I'm gonna meet you at your house. We have to do something."

"Ok." I sniff.

"Stay calm, ok, I'll be right there. Get ready to go."

I nod even though he obviously can't see it. "Ok."

When I hang up, I quickly throw on a hoodie and sweatpants before running downstairs and waiting on the doorsteps for him to come.

A few minutes later, Jack rounds the corner into the neighborhood. I look at him and we lock eyes, jogging over to each other. 

He looks me over briefly before hugging me, keeping me close. "We'll figure this out." He says softly. 

"How?" I cry. Tears begin to drip down my face and I can't stop it. I don't know how long we stand there for, my head between his neck and shoulder as I sob. 

I shouldn't be crying like this, but now I feel important and I am going to be ripped away from the one person who can make me feel that way. 

I'm going to be ripped away from the one person that can help me feel the wildfire that I can become. That I'm able to wield with Jack's help. 

"It's ok. It's ok." He whispers in my ear, letting me cry, allowing me to use him as a crutch. "It'll be ok."

Author's Note:

Sorry this chapter was shorter, I'll try to update again soon. Love you guys!😎