Lost Souls

Lost Souls

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"Maddie! Get in the car!" Fiona yelled. I made a dash toward the car. But I froze half way there, because I saw a familiar white Jeep pulling up in our driveway. As this tall brown skin man, with short dark brown curly hair, and hazel eyes got out of the Jeep I could feel my face getting warm. That tall handsome man was my idiot of a father, the man who walked out on us five years ago. He was the one person I hated the most in this world...
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  • Release Me

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

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