3 September 2012
"Hello."
"I-It's over. He b-b-broke u-up with m-me."
"What? Why?"
"He saw the hickey on my neck."
"Oh, I'm so so so sorry! I'm a terrible person!"
"No your not. Please don't say that."
"Ok, fine."
"Can we meet up sometime? I want to get everything out of my mind. Maybe, tomorrow at 3."
"Perfect. I'll see you there." Click. Alexander hung up. I put my cellphone in my pocket and walked out of the laundry room without finishing folding the clothes. Nick left. Of course. Ugh! I ran up the stairs and went to the nursery.
I walked over, just to find 2 empty cribs. He took the babies...NO! I ran down the stairs. I ran to the kitchen. I took a knife out of the knife holder. "This is war." I whispered softly.
Smells Like Teen Love. (Chapter 21) • Opuss № I