It probably wasn't an intelligent move at all, but whenever I had a problem, I just drove and drove. Didn't know where I was going, just the open road seemed to help clear my mind.
Walking to the bedroom, I opened up my overnight bag and threw some decent clothes in there, whatever I could find quickest really. Stopping rummaging through my dresser at the photo of us in a nice frame, I couldn't help but think how happy we looked.. How oblivious we were to what was to come.. The longer I stayed, I felt it consuming me, I couldn't continue packing so I thought I'd just buy anything I forgot.
Grabbing my keys, I ran out to my black Jeep Wrangler, locking the house on the way out. The rain didn't help matters much, getting my hair and clothes wet. Squinting, I threw my one bag in the back of the car, trying to get the soft-top roof folded back up.
Finally, I got it back into place and jumped into the car.
I sort of just sat there for a while in silence within the car, listening to the sound of the rain on the soft-top roof; staring at the house I was about to leave for God knows how long.
The first moments we spent in that house.. All coming back to me. The first time we cooked in there and bought some cheap cake mix box bake a cake because I really wanted one. The first time we were able to cuddle up together when we went off to sleep. The first time we watched television together and didn't have any problems picking a channel because we were into the exact same things. When he wanted to be cliché and he carried me through the door the first time we went in that house.. before I could tell him otherwise; a tear rolled down my check as I got to that one..
'Well, here goes nothing..' I said to myself, starting the ignition.
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Our Story
Teen FictionIt was all so sudden. Every day; Every minute, He was there, by my side. Then suddenly, there was not: A touch, a glare, a word.. It was all gone. I was left all alone, with nothing, no one by my side. No one who cared about me and always put me fi...
