Whitleys POV: I was walking down the soft, smooth sand with Princeton by my side. We were holding hands, next to the water. He stopped me, and looked me into his brown eyes, which was so sexy. I smiled and blushed, looking to the ground. He lifted up my chin, and grinned. He tilted his head and-
I woke up with my lips smooching on the pillow. I threw it to the ground, upset it wasn't real. Damn. I got up, and spread my arms away from each other, looking up, streching. I went to the bathroom, and grabbed my toothbrush, spreading my toothpaste on it. When I was done, I wrinsed my mouth with water. I went to the kitchen grabbing some lucky charms, and spotted my mom tearing up on the floor.
Whitley: Mommy whats wrong?
My mom saw me, and just got up and acted like no nothing ever happened. She sniffled.
Mom: Nothing honey, just not my..day.
Her voice cracked when she said that, like she was hiding something.
She spreaded a smile over her face, and I knew it wasn't real, but I still wanted her to know I wont worry much.
Whitley: Okay mom... But I'm not stupid.. Just please talk to me..
She just looked at me, and went back to her room.
But then it all added up. She had bruises on her skin, and was limping to her room.
Dad..
Anger and sadness formed through my whole body.
