|Sometimes our greatest fears make the best pictures.|
Move on.Do you even care that youre married? The young teenager asked as she turned the corner, leaning against the wall as she watched her mother adjusted herself. Her hair was messed up and it was hard to tell but her champagne lipstick was smeared.Move on. by duct-TAPE-damsel
I am not married. She replied, smearing her lipstick a little bit. Her eyes cast a glance to her daughter, standing up straight after leaning over to stare into the reflection that was cast on the steel refrigerator.
Just because Dads gone doesnt mean you arent married. The girl replied, tears swelling in her eyes. What do you think youre son is going to think? Hes five. He doesnt understand these things. She pleaded in a way that she hoped her mother could understand.
Justin will understand. She stated simply. Her eyes looking pleadingly at her 17 year-old daughter as she heard the car of her boyfriend pull out of the driveway. Please try
Rest with happiness.Hed never want you to cry you know? She started with tears, overflowing the brim of her eye and slipped down her porcelain cheek. Her hands gripped the podium in front of her, knuckles white. Her fingernails were painted a light pink, just the tiniest difference between her skin color and pink. Her mascara and eyeliner slipped down with the salty tears only to be licked off her lips.Rest with happiness. by duct-TAPE-damsel
If he could hed be standing here right now, with the obnoxious grin on his face, asking what you are all so sad about. She paused again, a young teenage girl trying to get through her own speech without breaking down or looking hypocritical. He loved all of us. There was nothing but love in the seventy four years he roamed this earth. Always happy and mischievous. She looked down to see her mother crying and looking up with a small smile on her face.
You might not remember, but when I was a little girl the first thing Id do when I came
Is it my problem? Or yours?The sound of a door slamming broke the eerie silence. She flinched, her dark hair falling into her crystal blue eyes. She had her back pressed tight against the freezing wall behind her, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head rested down, gently on her jeans. Muttering incoherent words to herself.Is it my problem? Or yours? by duct-TAPE-damsel
Whered he go? Her mother demanded, standing over her as she heard her husbands car peel out of the driveway. Her body trembled, glaring down. She wanted to know and she wanted to know now. This is when things got ugly.
I dont know mom. He said he was leaving and then slammed the door. She muttered, her small little eleven-year old self looked up at her mother. She had tears staining her cheek.
Two hands reached down and forcefully grabbed the two little wrists and dragged her up to her level, little Sarahs feet not touching the ground anymore as she pleaded. Mom please. Hell be back. He always comes back..
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