Chapter 9

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That night
8pm Y/N time | 6pm Ethan time

Y/N:
Ethan send me that fucking ticket please
Right now
Please
I'm packing and I'm moving
I'm fucking done with Georgia

Ethan💙: 
Whoa whoa whoa what's wrong?

Y/N:
What do you think
I'm so done with this state

Incoming call from: Ethan💙

A shaky sigh left my mouth and a tear fell onto the screen of my phone. I looked onto the blank wall in front of me and back to my phone screen, reluctantly sliding across the bottom of the screen and accepting his call.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Holy crap. Ethan's voice was soothing to me. It sent shivers down my spine.

"My.....my mom..." I could barely speak. Her words had hurt me. The fact that she was talking about me behind my back like that? That shit hurt.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm here. Do you want to talk about it?"

I took a deep, unsteady breath. "Maybe in person. Just not over the phone."

"Okay."

"Please send me the airplane ticket. I don't want to stay any longer then I have to in Georgia."

"I just sent it." He spoke. "Stay strong, Y/N. I can't wait to see you and hug you."

"I can't wait either."

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