ELLO READERS! if there is any -.- anyways this is my first time posting an actual story on here so please go easy on me:) CARRY ON!
Oh... My... God! I've never liked my mom but this just made me hate her FOREVER!!! She was divorcing my dad! And just taking me! Well she won custody but still :/
I was in my room crying my eyes out. I usually don't cry but I can't help it. I'm one of those girls you do NOT want to mess with! I'm in a gang & everyone knows that.
I never show my emotions. Except to my bestie Megan. I'm going to miss her so much! Turns out I'm moving to who knows where :/ she won't tell me where!
My dad walked in. He had no expression. But when he saw me, he broke down. We are so close!
"daddy..." I whispered. He went over to me and hugged me. I was a short girl. About 4'8. I fit the stereotype that all Mexicans are short. Whatever. I'm short because of my moms side. She was short to. But not as short as me.
"I'm going to miss you so much." he said in my ear. I started to cry more.
"I'm going to miss you too! I'll try to call you whenever I can!"
He smiled "you should continue packing sweeting. Your leaving in two days." he frowned. He walked out.
I finished packing my clothes I just need to pack my books & take down my posters. I put all my books in one box. Miricale! It all fit!
Next was my posters. First I took down my ICONic Boyz posters. Even though they didn't win I still love them! Madison is my favorite but I hear he has a girlfriend! :/
Next I took down my Justin Bieber posters. After, I took down my Taylor Lautner posters.
I went to my desk. I had pictures of my friends. I took those down and put them in my back-pack. I looked at my room and saw a picture of my mom, dad & me of when I was a baby.
I started to cry. I was about a year old. My mom had a pained expression while my dad was all happy. As if she was hiding something.
Next to that picture was one of my boyfriend & me. Omg! I still have to tell him I'm moving :/
He's coming over later so I'll tell him then.
I sat down on my sheet less bed & buried my face in my pillow. I just cried. My mom went somewhere. I could care less where she went.
I went over to my drawer and opened it. It had nothing but my razor blades. It's been a while... Why not just one cut? It wouldn't hurt...
I sat down and cut myself once. It was a deep cut. But I could care less. It started to bleed.
A few minutes later my boyfriend walked in. He looked shocked. I promised him I wouldn't cut myself anymore. I guess I broke that promise. He went over to me and picked me up. He took me to the bathroom and washed the blood away.
I love him so much. We've been going out for more than a year. He's so caring of me & such a sweet heart. My dad also loves him. Well as a son.
My dad expects me to marry him. And I do want to marry him! But I'm to young! 14! Going to be 15 in September! And now that I'm moving I don't think I can stay with him. Long distance relationships never work:/ one of us would end up cheating. Not saying that I would do that, I mean I would NEVER! He's my life:/ but I don't want to cause him pain:/
He finished washing it. He took me in my room. He made me sit on his lap.
"Livi, you promised me you wouldn't cut yourself ever again." he whispered.
"I know but I can't help it." he looked around my room. He had a confused look on his face.
"um are you painting your room or something?" I shook my head and started to cry again. "Then why does it look like this?"
"I'm moving." I cried.
He didn't say anything. I looked up at him. He looked mad. He was just staring at my wall.
"When?" he said with no emotion at all in his voice.
"In two days." I was looking down.
"Do you know where?" he didn't look at me.