America's Suitehearts

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Was I surprised when Jamie showed up?
Yes.
Was I surprised when Ellie told me she hated me?
No.
Did I think Ellie was mine to keep?
Yes.
Did it hurt when she left?
Yes.
Did I cry?
Yes.

Did I hate myself?
Yes.

Wheelchair bound, partially confused. She was in bad shape. I had planned to take care of her. I hadn't planned on some abusive bitch to come steal her away.
"What are you talking about, Ellie?" I sat by her bed, I was holding her hand. "I think you're saying the wrong words, sweetheart."
"No. I want to go live with Jamie." She pulled her hand away. "I want Jamie."
"Ellie, she used to hurt you. She's not good to you." I pursed my lips together, thinking. "I'm better at taking care of you than her."
"I don't.... I don't...." She frowned, shaking her head. Words were hard for her. She couldn't get them from her mind to her mouth. "You. No help from you."
"Ellie, please. Stay with me.,"

"No."

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