Ava was a girl of many faces: pain, love, sorrow, fake smiles, and loneliness. Her past haunted her no matter the situations and no matter how hard she fought against them. On her darkest day came the brightest light, a doctor, whom grows to care fo...
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Toby:
"Where is she?!" I was pacing in the lobby of the shelter waiting for her the. I couldn't sleep looking for her. She never came back and I felt like my mind was going to burst from worry. I try to breathe as I feel the underlying anxiety creep up again.
Why did I leave her alone for so long? Fuck! I shouldn't have turned away from her that day. I'm a fucking coward. The same way I was with my mom.
I slide down the wall and bring my hands to my face, the guilt eating me alive.
I never spoke about my past with Ava because speaking on it would only remind me how unwanted I was. I can't bare the thought of me being the reason that my whole family broke apart. I am the reason why none of them are here today.
I am the reason why I am alone in this world.
My parents had my brother when they were both young, my mom 18 and my dad 19, but my dad was born into a wealthy family so they got married before my mom began to show to keep up appearances, my dad was lucky and worked under his father in his marketing firm.
They were in love and happy but my father made it clear to my mom that he did not want more children as he was wanting to take over his fathers company and couldn't afford the distractions. But, things happen and here I came.
"The bundle of joy"
When my father found out my mother was pregnant, he refused to acknowledge me as his, he believed she cheated on him because they barely had time to have sex, so when my mom had enough of his accusations, she filed for divorce.
She had enough money to move out into a small apartment, sharing custody of my older brother and going through her second pregnancy alone.
After I was born, my father became increasingly dependent on alcohol. Every time he would pick my brother up he would come smelling of alcohol and more angry towards me. He wouldn't acknowledge me at all and my mom would just shield me from his words by reminding me that her love was enough. I didn't need anyone else's.
One day, when I was 17 and my older brother 19 already in college with a football scholarship, he picked me up to go home. We noticed my mom wasn't there but the door was open.
"Mom?" questioned Dylan, as we both walked in the front door cautiously.
"She's at work," I instantly knew it was the voice of the man that for years called me a bastard and never once showed any love for me. He walks out holding a bottle of whiskey my mom would hide under the counter.
You can see in his face that he's drunk and Dylan instantly steps in front of me as my "father" walks towards us his eyes locked on mine.
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