I Hate That I Love You

I Hate That I Love You

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Rules from Mom: 1. No talking to him. 2. He is going? You're not going. 3. Your phone password is my phone password. 4. I own you, therefore I own everything yours, including phone. 5. FaceTime? Not in my house. Ever since she found out about him, I couldn't talk to him, I couldn't go somewhere if he was going, she had full access to my phone, and I always dreamed of FaceTime when she was home. After all of that, I never tried to talk to him again. When I stopped talking to him, I got more upset. Felt lonely and lost. I eventually began to feel depressed. Not knowing how to deal with it, I just went to sleep. Not the way everyone did though. It wasn't until the night at the hospital that everything began to shape up the way I wanted it to... Follow what happens in this teenager's life as she faces her ups and downs, but achieves happiness once and for all!
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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