The Fighter
Chapter 9
I ran out of the room
and out to the kitchen.
"Mom!"
"Why is he
here.." She looked me in the eyes. I looked
down.
"Mom, we're
just talking, i-i dont know why he's here. But we're just
talking."
"Either you make
him leave, Or i will." She demanded.
I ran back into my
room to find Ryan already getting up. I was scared to let him go.
what if he didnt come back? What're you going to do if he
leaves you again Kat? Your not strong
enough.
"Lets go
outside!" I sputtered. He was already walking past
me.
Once my mom saw him, i
was scared for his life for some reason. She was
furious.
"I dont know why
your here! You sure have some nerve showing up!" She was
yelling.
Ryan kept walking,
only stopping to put his sneakers on, and walk out the door. Me,
not thinking about my mom standing there, followed him. I
couldn't just let him leave again. I couldn't loose
him again. Not again.
"Kat you get back
in here!" Mom demanded.
I kept walking,
following Ryan to his truck and jumping in the passenger seat
across from him.
"Where are you
going..." I stuttered. Please dont say your
leaving.
"I should
probablly go home. Your family hates m-"
"They dont hate
you, they just hate how you treat me.."
"Your moms going
to kill me.. I dont wanna leave. But i cant go back
inside."
I opened my mouth to
argue but he kept talking.
"I should go in
there and talk to her.."
Just then my father
pulled up the driveway. Shitttttttt. Things couldnt get
worse. I felt Ryan suck in, holding his breathe like i was. But
to our suprise, my dad just parked his car and went inside. Not
even awknoleding Ryan. I knew he was going to go and yell at my
mother for letting Ryan be here. He was just as angry as she was,
he just doesnt show it. He always made mom do everything. She was
his puppet. He pulled the strings and she did what he
wanted.
"Are you going to
leave.." I held back my tears. I knew he was going to. Then
he'd go home and forget completely about this whole
thing.
"Kat, i really
dont want too. I wish i could take you with me.. I should go talk
to them." He looked at the house.
I looked too. Mom was
standing on the deck at the top of the stairs starring at us, in
the truck together. Why does my life have to be like a
movie, when i least want it to be? I cant have a stupid romantic
love movie. No, instead i get one of the drama/horror movies. Yay
me.
He started the truck.
I looked at him, scared and confused. He was leaving.
Again.
Only this time i knew,
he wasnt coming back.
iluhyoux · 1 decade ago
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Omgeez ._. i love it