Broken

.20.

Grace.

"We can do it" Chris said as I held tight to his hand with mine. Right now we're out of my house. The day after the sleepover at Georgia's, Chris told his mum about my situation, Mrs.Lanzon had no problem in letting me stay, she even gave me the guests room, and helped me find a solution to my problem.

Today in the morning she told me that they would send my mum to some type of special centre for people who have problems like her, and that I had two options, either going to a foster home while my mum gets better. Or staying with her and Chris. I didn't even had a say in this, Chris was the one who insisted in me staying with them, At the end I chose that option. Mrs.Lanzon didn't seem bothered at all.

Right now I'm outside my house because they're about to take my mum to that special centre. I entered, Chris held my hand, the house smelt gross, it was a combination of alcohol and some other stuff I couldn't really recognise. Behind Chris and me entered the paramedics of the centre.

"You little bitch" my mum said as soon as she saw me. She looked so bad, her eyes were puffy, red and had tears. Watching her like that just broke me.

"You left me! Just like Jack, your dad and Nina did!" She exclaimed, she was a few steps away, but you could still smell the alcohol.

"I'm sorry, mum. But you need help" I said as tears came down my cheeks. She's my mum, I could never be a bitch to her. Never. She started getting closer to me, and I started getting ready for whatever came with her but nothing did. I opened my eyes to see my mum being held by two men. She was screaming and crying hysterically.

"Why did you made this to me, Grace?!" She yelled as she cried.

"Don't listen, Grace" Chris said holding tighter onto my hand.

"It's for your good mum" I answered as more tears came down.

"Don't you dare calling me mum! I'm not your mum! I hate you! You're the reason your dad left" she yelled before she could be taken out the door of my house. Just as those words left her mouth, my heart hurt. My world crashed even more down than it was before.

"That's not truth, Grace" Chris said. He had both hands on each of my shoulders. I didn't want to look at him, my heart just hurt, I'm hurt in general. I'm broken, I'm helpless, I'm half orphan.

"She hates me, Chris. I'm the reason my dad committed suicide" I whispered more to myself as more tears came out.

"No you're not"

"I left her, just like Jack, Nina and Dad did. She's alone." I said once again more to myself than to him.

He didn't answered. Instead, he hugged me.

"I should've died"

"No, Grace! Don't ever say that." He answered. My head rested in his chest as I cried my eyes out. He just ran his hand through my tangled hair.

After I managed to calm down, and not be as much as a crying mess as I was before, I decided to look around the house. You could easily see that it hasn't been cleaned since the last time I did.

"So this was your house?" Chris said as we walked through the messy living room. There was empty bottles of alcohol in the centre table as well as drugs. Don't know what type though, I just know they're drugs, you don't have to be a master mind to know.

"Yeah" I said. There were pictures of our family in the couch were my mum was sitting, they had tears in them. There was a picture of dad and her when they got married, they looked so in love with each other. There was a picture of them with Nina when she was a baby, they still looked so in love with each other. There was a picture of my parents carrying Jack and me, my mum was the one who held Jack and my dad was the one who had me in his arms. And after that, there were no more pictures, the happiness faded away as well as the love did.

At the end, nothing lasts forever, does it?

I grabbed the pictures and placed them inside a little handbag I brought with me. With that, I started making my way to the kitchen, it wasn't that much of a mess...if you ignore the Chinese boxes of food. The same knife my mum used to cut my wrists was placed on top of the counter top. Except it didn't had blood, but even that way it made me wonder, What was that knife doing out? I grabbed it and slowly looked at it, the bad memories of my mum cutting my wrists came to me, which made me want to cry.

"What are you doing with that knife?" Chris asked slowly walking to were I was standing, he grabbed it from my hands.

"Nothing. I was just watching it" I answered. "That's the knife my mum used to cut my wrists" I said, his eyes went wide and he left the knife down.

I started walking around, just watching what new mess my mum made since I left.

Since my mum left...

Those words kept repeating in my head. She left. Maybe not permanently like Jack, Dad and maybe even Nina did, but she left and I won't see her in a long time.

I'm alone.

I spaced out, to much I fell in the stairs.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked running up the stairs to were I was sitting in the ground.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I answered, but stayed in the floor. My view was lost, I'd didn't really stared at something in special.

"You're not" he answered as he kneeled in front of me. I could feel his stare at my face, and for more I wanted to look at him, I couldn't. I couldn't stare at his beautiful eyes with the feelings I have right now.

"I am" I said looking at the somehow clean floor.

"You're trying to convince yourself of that"

"I am" I unconsciously answered, and without even thinking, tears started running down my face and the worst part was that I couldn't control them.

"Oh, Grace" he said and hugged me. My head was placed in his chest, I could feel his heartbeat and I'm almost sure he could feel my tears.

"I'm so done with this, Chris"

"You're gonna be fine with my mum and I" he said.

"I'm done with crying. I'm tired of crying, I don't want to cry anymore" I answered wiping away the tears.

"I'll make sure you don't" he whispered, which sent instant chills all over my body.

What is Chris doing to me?

Authors Note:
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