Each step I take by Lindsey Limore (books you have to read .txt) 📖

EACH STEP THAT I TAKE
BY: LINDSEY LIMORE


DEDICATED TO: ALL OF THOSE TEENAGERS THAT ARE STRUGGLING <3


CHAPTER 1
It started that night .Kemen and her friend Furrey were waiting for their parents after watching a movie with the usual popular group from school. Honestly those were not her kind of people she had always been quite, sort of to herself. Then one day the hottest guys in 8th grade asked Kemen out. She couldn’t believe it. She grinned one of her famous grins and said yes. Her mother had always said Kemen had the best smile, Kemen for that much didn’t care anyways she hardly smiled. So why not just give the amazing smile to someone that does? She didn’t know but she was glad she had that smile; sometimes. It came in handy a lot more than you would think. On others it was just a pretty little smile and a pretty little girl. But to Dave (guy that asked me out) it was my best feature and he was crazy about it. Dave and I had been dating for almost 5 months now. It had already moved out of school time now it was summer. We were going to be freshman on August 19, 2012. I was always caught up with him I loved him. Now mom didn’t see anything in the guy, I don’t see why. You won’t get why she hates him either I mean really why wouldn’t you love a guy like this?
6’3, tan, raven black hair, ocean blue eyes, athletic in football, soccer (ugh), baseball, track, and wrestling. Grade point average around 3.6, smart kid and very respectful. Basically my dream guy and my own mother, my blood, my family! Hates him. Everyone else my father my brother and my sister all love Dave. Yeah I know what you are thinking how could anyone not like him? Right well I did some snooping as usual. I looked at my mother’s old photos and found out that my mother Krysti dated my boyfriend’s father Cole. I couldn’t believe it when I saw my mom in his arms kissing him at an old, old football game. I had to tell Dave. I couldn’t though what would it do to us? I thought. He is too important for me to ruin. I didn’t show him the picture witch was a mistake but I didn’t know at that time.
A FEW DAYS AFTER I FOUND THE PICTURE
I was waiting beside Furrey I have no Idea where our parents came up with these insane names but everyone loved them so I guess not too much to complain about. Now waiting 30 minutes outside a theater for them. Now that was something to complain about. I was cold kind of I am never cold when I start to get cold that is bad I called my mother. Rejected call again ugh I hated, hated her right now. So I called Joey my brother he is 16. I loved him and he loved me. He never would let anyone call him Joey just me to everyone else it’s Joe or a punch in the face. He said he would be there in 13 minutes and to time him. At that I laughed I always loved the little games my brother played.
I timed him as he asked, right on time, he made me so proud. I ran up to the door highfiving him.” Your friend Furrey. Does she need a ride? ”He asked while rolling down the car window. “I’m not too sure. I will ask her just hold on.” I ran over to her “You need a ride girl?” I asked. She shook her head no. “You sure?” I asked. She nodded. “Okay I’ll see you Saturday right?” I asked while giving her a hug. Once again she nodded. I left then. At the time I didn’t know that, that moment would change my entire future as well as hers.
“So how was work bro?” I asked as I got in the truck. “Good I still hate it. I mean I love working there but my boss is a word that mom will not allow me to say around you.” He replied while laughing under his breath. “So it was great I take it?” I laughed. He smiled at that.
I loved my brother; he was the only person I could trust he was always there for me no matter what. I have always wondered what I would do without my big teddy bear of a brother. Die I would think whenever that question crossed my mind.
“So what’s for dinner bro?” I asked. He shrugged “How am I supposed to know?” giving me now one of his signature grins. We had the same features like no joke. Other than him being a boy and me a girl. Tall, super tan, bright green eyes, thin lips, dirty blond hair, and athletic in football, basketball, softball/baseball, wrestling, and volleyball. Needless to say we were basically twins. Just born exactly one year apart. Both on December 26 at 9:09 in the morning.
Well that is a lot of help I thought to myself as I glared at him. He smiled back. “You just look so happy sis.” He said grinning again. “Yeah I know... you are not funny you know?” I grinned back. By that time we were home.
“I’ll race you to the door.” I said. “Eat my dust!” he yelled. I jumped out ran and acted like I slipped. He ran over I pulled him down jumped up and ran. “I win!” I yelled, as I opened the door.
Mom was on the couch crying. Step father was holding her wrists and had his hand mere inches away from her face. “JOEY!” I yelled, “IN HERE NOW!”
He ran in “What is going on?” his voice dropping with each word. As he ran in he slowed down a little bit. Then he saw it Jeff had frozen where he stood hand same place. Glaring at us as if we interrupted a Grammy award or something. Mom stood smoothing out her clothing. “How was the movie Kemen?” she asked as if nothing had happened. “Mom are you okay? What is wrong why was he about to-” but I didn’t get the chance to finish. “Why was I about to what?” Jeff asked with a crazed look in his eye. “You know I hate being interrupted so why do it?” I asked. He rolled his eyes and stalked out of the room. When I started to speak again the phone rang.
“Babe? Are you okay?” Dave was on the other end of the phone; he always seemed to know when I wasn’t okay. “Yes I am fine I just miss you why weren’t you at the movie tonight?” I answered with a question of my own. “I wanted to trust me I don’t like being around Tasha I don’t really think anyone does.” He laughed while talking.
Tasha was his younger sister she was only one year younger than Dave and nothing like him. She hated me just like my mother hated Dave. See Tasha and Dave used to be close like scary close until Dave and I began dating. Then they grew apart and I and Dave grew together. We created a special bond.
“True, Dave why did you call me?” I asked. The silence dragged on and on. “Kemen the real reason I called you is to say one thing in a few words.” I braced myself for him to tell me “Oh it’s been a good 5 months but we are over I hope we can still be friends. It’s not you it’s me. We both know it’s not working out right now I will always be there for you.” I waited for those words I was prepared for them. It had happened to me before, the whole breakup scene. I was ready this time. The words never came though.
“Kemen these past few months have been the best 5 months of my life. Kemen I never want to lose you. You, I mean you are the girl of my dreams. I guess what I am trying to say is Kemen I love you with all of my heart and if you ever leave me I have no idea what I would do. Kemen I just I can’t explain how I feel about you.” He said.
“Dave do you think I could come over to your house right now? I need to be with someone. Please?” I asked as a reply almost breaking into tears. “Yes. Yes of coarse babe are you okay?” he asked with full concern. “Dave you knew I wasn’t okay before you asked me that question.” I said as my voice cracked, “Okay yes Kemen come on over I’ll be waiting by the door okay?” he said. On that note I hung up.
“Mom I’m going on a walk okay? I’ll be back around 11 or 12!” I yelled at her from downstairs. She threw me 30 dollars “Don’t be out to late baby okay? I love you!” she yelled down.

As I walked down the street I thought. What would my life be like without Dave? Sad I mean Furrey is always mad or sad anymore. I need to find her a boyfriend. Every time I bring it up she just blows me off. I hate it. Oh well nothing I can do I can’t force her to date. Back to Dave I never thought I would find love after what happened three years ago. My father Devin died three years ago. His best friend John was the one that was most effected. Besides me. John was the only man I ever trusted besides my brother. I loved John like I loved my father. Yet my father and John were best friends I didn’t know why. They were so different yet so alike and I loved it. I missed my father. I missed him like you wouldn’t believe.
By now I was two houses away from Dave’s. I saw his porch light I was half a step away from his house. “Hey babe! I was hoping you would show up soon!” he yelled flashing me a grin, only he gives to me. I ran up the steps and hugged him. He smelled like water and was yet so warm. It felt good to be in his arms. I felt like never letting go. I wanted to enjoy this as much as I could. It was already 8:30 by the time I got there. I had to let go. I kissed him once and started crying. I turned my head away, looked down wiped my eyes and fell on the porch right there.
Dave dropped to his knees he knew the drill. I had not eaten the entire day I was not hungry. He picked my weak body up, carried me inside and laid me on his bed. He said “I will be right back.” He ran back in with a bottle of orange juice and package of crackers. I hated when he made a big fuss about me not eating it was really annoying. He was just thinking of me witch was sweet but I hated that! He treated me so well and I don’t even deserve it!
“So why did you want to come over?” Dave asked. I honestly could not answer that question. I just wanted to be with him not really anything special. “I just wanted to be with you.” I said. “Baby you know I will always be here for