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Chapter Ten

Jo

"Jesus Christ," I breathed, slamming the door behind me.

I was going to kill Josie.

I'm sure Meg wouldn't mind. Three's a crowd after all and I always thought two kids is more than enough. Right?

Good God, I'm going to hell.

BUT AGH! How the hell did this happen? Did Teddy read the letter? No, no. I was able to intercept it before he had read it. Oh my god, it would have ruined everything. My relationship with him and more importantly, my relationship with Amy. Well, I mean I know she's having second thoughts on their relationship but still - she's my sister.

I could have sworn I saw something else in Ted's eyes. He seemed almost determined to read whatever was in his hands or maybe he was just trying to piss me off. Then again... it was addressed to him.

No, forget it. Pull yourself together Jo.

The fact that I even tackled him baffles but, it is me so I'm not entirely surprised. He seemed quite amused during our little fiasco. When we were bickering it reminded me of the old times when we were younger. I was so amped up on adrenaline I didn't realise the compromising position I put us in on the floor. In all honesty, it was nothing new for us. Not like that! We just used to fight constantly growing up but for some reason, this time, something about it felt different.

I wonder if he felt it too.

I paced around the room, analysing the situation at hand. Teddy knows the letter exists. He just doesn't know what it exactly is but he knows it is here, in this home, under this roof.

Will he try looking for it? Surely not.
He wouldn't. Unless?

Gah! I don't know. I need to get rid of that letter. I should have already destroyed it but some part of me kept it in remembrance of a much more hopeful and optimistic young girl. How foolish she was.

But if he did find the letter, how would he react? Would he be happy? If he was, what would I do then? If he wasn't, oh God what would I do then? I couldn't handle that. But that's not fair. Not to him. I would deserve it, the rejection. It doesn't hold a candle to what I did to him.

But I shouldn't dwell, no that doesn't help anything. I just need to completely remove the existence of it.

And fast.
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I made my way downstairs in the evening after safely and securely hiding my letter away in the second drawer of my vanity. Hopefully no niece or nephew of mine would go rummaging around my things again.

I was planning on hiding out in my room for the remainder of the day but I needed food and fast. Overthinking can really tire a girl out. But instead of heading into the kitchen as I had originally planned, a hushed murmur ushered me into the direction of the living. Meg and Marmee seemed to be in deep conversation.

I cleared my throat announcing my presence in the room. "So... whatchu talking about?" I interrupted them, jumping on the couch and situating myself in between the two. They exchanged a roguish glance at one another while the corners of Meg's lips turn up slightly.

"Oh well," Marmee begins her eyes gleaming, "As you know we're hosting a party tomorrow in celebration of Amy and Teddy's anniversary!"

A party. Great. I love social gatherings.