Live, Love and Heartbroken

Live, Love and Heartbroken

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Jamie out of the screen door as a man ran after her, stopping on the front porch and screaming, "Get back here you brat!" the anger ragged in his voice. She continued running as fast as she could, never looking back. She ran until she couldn't run any longer. Breathing hard she stoped on a sidewalk crouching on the closest bench trying to catch her breath. She felt a light hand rest on her back which made her jump high at the unexpected contact, running again not wanting to see who was behind her, scared he had followed her. "Jamie! Stop it's me." At the familiar ton of James' voice she came to an abrupt stop, turning to look at him. He jogged slowly to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Im sorry for startling you. Are you alright?" "No!" she whispered. Quietly rubbing her upper arm James asked, "What's wrong?" "My dad!" she sobbed, barying her face in his chest. A/N: Keep reading to find out what it's all about! ~Becky <3
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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