Mine. EDITING ON HOLD

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" I don't want to leave, why the hell can't he. I mean we were here first." I yell at my mum.
My dad and her had gotten into a even bigger fight then expected and my mum had told me to pack my things because we were now leaving. Without him.

And I'm just waiting for my dad to burst through that door to start yelling at her making another fight. Because that's what he does best.

" Bree please understand, this is going to make our lives so much better. Just please. " She practically begs tears now displaying down her cheeks.
" He doesn't care for us darling. Please go pack your bags and hurry." She continues wiping the tears, I sigh nodding as I disappear upstairs to my room. I grab the bag from under my bed. Moving probably couldn't come at a worse time in my life.

I'm currently seventeen years old and about to begin school again in grade eleven. It's good to know that next year is my last before I work my way to collage. I have a planned out future and I plan on going by that. I want my future to be bright and the way I dreamed it to be.

I start packing my clothes and my most treasured possessions, making sure everything was placed inside neatly.

I jump back hearing the front door downstairs slam shut, a load of yelling soon coming after. I'm honestly used to this, having my parents constantly fight is truly annoying and it'll be for the best if they would just let everything go and let themselves be happy. Along with me.

My mum had her best intentions with me, but when it comes to my dad it was all pushed aside for him. They were together at the age of seventeen, and around a year after being together my mum had fallen pregnant with myself.

My mum and dad were young and didn't know what to do, but they still had me and are still together fighting like the young teenagers they once were.

And sadly I was in the middle of all this, the only child. And the only barrier between the two. The only one keeping them glued together.

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I was finished packing about an hour ago, waiting patiently till there screaming and yelling had died down. It obviously took a while, I've made a oath that when I do get a boyfriend I refuse to fight and just walk away. I swear I could tell that to my mum but would she ever listen to me.

I slowly and cautiously make my way downstairs my bag flung over my shoulder. The damn thing is heavy. I make it to the last stairs my mum waiting patiently for me.

" Please hurry Aubree. " She whispers holding out her hand for me. I furrow my eye brows looking around the house for my dad.

" Come on darling, he's gone." Her voice is desperate grabbing hold of my arm pulling me along with her. She wouldn't be whispering if he weren't there.

I don't care if they fight non stop, he's my father and I would always love him. Even if he'd choose his true love over me. I didn't care.

I let my mum drag me to the car opening the back seat for me to dump the bag inside which I do. She gives me a small smile before opening the passenger seat of me, hurrying me.

I sigh watching as she closes the door behind me, practically running to the drivers side hurrying inside. My eyes then divert to the door of the house, it being opened in a hurry. My upset and angry father running out, almost reaching the car till my mum drives away.

My mums quiet sobs only to be heard as I watch my dad's heart brake watching us leave him. For the first and probably last time.

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Please comment on what you think and if I should continue? It would mean heaps.

Thank you for reading anyways, I always think in vampire fanfics they get straight to the point. So I pretty much guarantee this isn't going to be the same.. :) x