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Chapter 33 - CHAPTER 32

"it is your dad, avery"

The last thing i'd ever thought i would hear in my life.

why did he not actually kill himself?

i feel tears building up in my eyes. not tears of joy obviously.

a lot of things piled up into one drop of tear.

There was anger.

There was pain.

there was disappointment.

there was hurt, finally.

can't really pin the one i feel right now but i know i feel them all.

all of that formed the little tear that fell down my face ruining my perfect makeup.

"why? why are you here? you are not welcome here. Either now or ever so get out now!!. no matter you try, you dont belong here and you will never belong here" i told michael, practically yelled at him. "and you" pointing at my mom "you brought him here knowing fully well of how much i despise his presence within us but yet you still brought him here. you dont care" it looks like tears were about to fell down her face but then again i really didnt give a milk-bottle.

"baby, you know pretty well i wouldnt dream of hurting you, your dad just wanted a little closure right now, can you give him that at least please" my mom begged me but i am not going to forgive her this time, the fact that she can lied to me about my dad dying or leaving not for 5 mins but a full blown 18 years .... can you believe it? who does that ? Apparently my mom does that and she doesnt actually gives a damn if it will be revealed or not.

gosh!!! she has no fucking conscience.

i just want out of here.

i need my freedom from this demons.

if only i could move in with blake but im pretty sure his fuckbuddy wouldnt approve.

but who cares?

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the next day at school, the usual happened.

i see scarlett and blake, normal position, normal corner and it looks abnormal to me.

i cant believe i thought he would change.

all the empty promises.

all the beautiful lies.

and all the forbidden trust i had for him, gone!

why is this world against my happiness?

i really just want a few hours of joy.

is that so much to ask ?