The Deplorable Love Story by Zoraida Fermin (best free ebook reader for android .TXT) 📖

to heaven and live a happy and beautiful life. I know that when she goes and joins God that she will understand why. I also know that she will be there waiting for me. And so on July 6th was the last time I got poke with a variety of needles, it was the last day I saw my little girl before parting ways and saying see you later. The next day she died around 4:15 pm. While I sent her up into heaven towards God, I got left with all the pain and misery that had yet to come my way. I wouldn’t say that that summer was great, but that summer was the end of me… Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT (Skylar):

 

 

    Waking up this morning didn’t feel too good. Like waking up after having a horrible dream and even though it felt like a dream I know that it was far from it, unfortunately. It took multiple tries of waking up and falling asleep to finally get my eyes to want to stay open.

 

    The fight I had with Prue had reached a new level last night. A level on which we’ve never reached before; not even when we first became friends back in high school. I don’t know what’s going to happen after last night, not with our relationship anyway. After last night I could be all alone, and the only other person left in my life would be Maliyah. You wanna know something? Maliyah isn’t really apart of my as we only met a little over a week ago. Now thinking about it… I am alone, and it depressing when you actually realize it.

 

   After lying awake for sometime now, I hear Prue go into the bathroom, so I took that as my opportunity to run to the kitchen to get some food. I think today is the kind of day where I just stayed trapped in my room for sometime now, but that’s just not realistic. I noticed Prue finished getting ready because the TV turned on.

 

  “She’s waiting,” I thought. I know she’s waiting for me to come out of the room and have the talk. And you wanna know something else? The talk after the fight can only go one of two ways; good or bad. I have this feeling that this talk unlike all the others we’ve had isn’t going to go as good. Unfortunately I can’t live in my room forever or else I would, and unfortunately we are going to have to have the talk sooner or later. I would much rather have the talk later rather than sooner.

 

  A couple of hours past and I began to smell and stink, unluckily for me this is not a smell that I can stand to stay in, which means leaving my bedroom was inevitable, and so was that talk with Prue. I guess it’s about that time for me to put on my big boy underpants and head to the bathroom to get ready, have this dreaded talk, and continue on with my day regardless of what happens.

 

 With that being said, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to move any faster getting ready. There’s no way I’m going to speed up the process if I don’t have too. When I mean I’m not going to speed up the process I really mean it, it took me about 2 and half hours to get ready. Is this how long you girls take to get ready because it’s honestly exhausting! That’s beside the point, but I literally had to take a 30-minute nap towards the end. Either way I was done getting ready, and now the second part of the day needs to get done and over with before continuing onto the last and final part of my day.

 

 I headed out to meet Prue on the couch watching “Once Upon A Time”. I didn’t greet her or look at her; I just simply sat down a seat away from her and began to watch the show along with her too. Once the show ended, I continued to look at the TV hoping the shows would just keep rolling through the hours, so the day would go by and the talk would never start, but I think you know just as well as me that thinking in such a way as that is another word for being unrealistic. Prue looks my way and the only thing I begin to think is the F word over and over and over again.

 

 I expected there to be yelling, screaming, and heck even a few curse words thrown in there, but she just sat there and looked at me. The expression on her face made it hard and difficult to compete with her in a staring contest so I didn’t it; I just looked at the blanked screen with a blank expression. The expression on my face mimicked the thoughts in my head, I had no words to say, heck I didn’t have any words to think other then the fact that she was staring at me… Where do we go from here?

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Publication Date: 04-17-2017

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Dedication:
To A. M. Malik, Forever grateful for cover. Thank you!