𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

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(A/N: ahhh I'm so sorry I haven't been updating in WEEKS. I've been so busy with school and finding a job and more. I'll try to keep updating. But the story is almost over! Just a few more chapters. I'm thinking of maybe adding a few more little extras at the end though, that's if you guys want. I might. Enjoy! P.S. I didn't edit this so sorry for misspells and whatever.)

He wasn't expecting that request. I could tell by the way the color drained from his face. "Okay. What exactly do you want to know?'

"What happened that night? There's something more than you're telling me."

"Y/N, I've tried to talk to you about this before. You weren't ready. It nearly broke you."

"I'm ready now." I said it confidently, even though I felt everything but.

"There's no easy way to say this." He raked a hand through his long, black hair as if trying to prove his statement. "Your mother. . ." He hesitated. "She was very sick."

My ears started to buzz and my head felt fuzzy, just like it had when I was ten. I wasn't going to let that stop me this time. "I don't understand."

He took my hand, his grip soft but sure. His eyes went glassy and that terrified me. I held my breath.

"It wasn't an accident."

I squeezed my eyes shut. What that single sentence implied was something I didn't want to accept. "How do you know?"

"She left a note."

Like a tidal wave, everything made sense. My mom was depressed. I knew this. It's why I had memories of her as a child- she wasn't around. She didn't want to be.

The police radio crackled in my ear and my dad flipped a switch, turning it off. The dashboard of the car pushed against my forehead, and I tried to press against it harder, hoping the pain would rid me of the thoughts.

"Y/N."

I shook my head back and forth.

"Y/N. You knew this. Come here." He pulled me against his chest. "You've known this. Breathe. It's going to be okay."

I nodded, but I wasn't sure it was ever going to be okay again. My mom left me. On purpose.

My dad smelled like. . .my dad- a cross between a musky cologne and cinnamon gum. This was the smell of my entire childhood. He was my childhood. My life. I remembered him at every important event, every unimportant event. All the places she never was.

He shifted a little, his hand moving to wipe at his face. I didn't want to look up and see if that meant he was crying. I couldn't face seeing his pain when mine was already too unbearable. But I didn't have to look up; I heard it in his voice when he said, "And she almost took you with her."

That statement had me sitting up faster than I intended, blood rushing up the back of my head. "I was in the car." I had realized that right away, but I hadn't put the pieces together. No wonder I'd been trying to deny this my whole life. The dreams. The way I could picture that car spinning, glass flying, so perfectly. Her hand lying there limp in front of me. It wasn't just a dream. It was a memory.

"She didn't know," he said quickly. "You snuck into the car. You were supposed to be in bed."

I let out a little breath. At least she didn't try to take me with her. That thought didn't help at all. But it was something, and right now I felt a whole lot of nothing. I was numb.

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It was a quiet drive back to the shop, where he'd left the other car. My dad kept opening his mouth to say something and then shutting it again. Eventually he spit out, "You have questions. What are they?"