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Opening my eyes I see my mother hovering over me with a smile

"What time is it?"

"It's 4 in the afternoon you cried yourself to sleep, I just wanted to make you feel better so look outside"

I got up out of my bed looking outside and saw my father standing by a car with a bow on it

"Surprise! I was gonna wait for your birthday but this is a good time."

I turn around and hugged my mother because the first time in five years she did something for me, she made me feel loved.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

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M- J you ok?

M- I haven't heard from you in two days please texted me back
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M- it's been one whole week you haven't been at school, you haven't texted me back and your not opening the door when I came to your house!  EVERYBODY is worried about you.
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C- hey it's Christian, Marie told me to text you bc she's worried please text her back. If this has something to do with what I did I'm sorry
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M- it's been THREE weeks where tf are you your mother said you went out of town I know she's lying please I miss you
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By the forth weeks the bruises are healed and I'm released from the hospital. Broken rib that I still have to watch out for, black eye that stills has a scar around my eyes, sprang ankle thats makes me limp,

Reading the messages made me sad, and guilty that I worried my bestfriend

But they made everything clear no one can know what happened I intend to keep it that way just to keep my bestfriend safe from the boy she promised me she'll stay away from

She can't know he's back

We both made mistakes in the past that we never meant to make,we were young and dumb

But we put that in the past and now it's coming back to hunt us

There coming back to hunt us

Getting in my car I drove to the store to get some makeup

Mom- are you back in town?

I lied to my mother that I was going to my aunt house because she needed me and her being her she believed me.

J- yea at the store now I'm omw home. You cooked?

Mom- fried chicken. Dirty rice, Jeffy cornbread, and I baked a cake

J- mh I can taste it now ttyl

Mom- ite

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