Koleen's POV:
It wasn't true. I sat in my car crying,
thinking about what just happened."I think we should break up." He said.
It's been hours since I saw him, and it still hurt each time I repeated it in my head.
I tried to stop myself from crying but I couldn't.
My chest felt so tight, I couldn't breath.
As soon as I thought the tears where through, more kept coming.
Why did he do it?
Why all of a sudden?
I thought things were fine between us.I wish I never met him if it meant to not feel like this.
I finally calmed myself down enough to start driving home.
When I felt the tears come, I pushed them back.
I couldn't get in an accident, I just wanted to lay in bed at home.
Most importantly, I didn't want my parents to ask.
But it was inevitable.
Once I opened the door and walked inside, my mom was waiting in the living room.She was watching one of her novelas.
I tried to quietly walk past her, hoping she'd leave me alone."Where were you Koleen?" She asks without looking at me.
"Out." Was all I could say before she hears my voice crack.
She paused the TV, and raised her voice "What do you mean you were out ?! We were so worried!"
A tear escaped and dropped down my cheek.
I couldn't cry now, not in front of her.
I just wanted to be left alone.But as soon as she turned around, she studied me.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
Hearing those words made me break down.
I started to cry again, holding my face in my hands so she wouldn't see.
"Koleen why are you crying? What happened? Did you get hurt?"
Hearing her ask , "did you get hurt?" Made me cry harder because I did!
I did get hurt.
I nodded my head.
She came closer to me, and took my hands out of my face. "Leen where are you hurt? What happened? Did you fall and broke something again?"I shook my head, and all I could say between the tears was , "He hurt me."
"Oh Koleen, sweety." She pulled me to her, and started patting my back.
I would've been so happy that my mom is being nice to me, if I weren't heartbroken.
I sobbed onto her shoulder.
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