Author's note: please read this before starting and reviewing my story.
I would just like to say that I'm trying to improve my writing constantly and this is somewhat an old story of mine. I SERIOUSLY apologize for the grammar or spelling errors and the inconsistencies, I've learned to pay more attention to them (I'm really ashamed of them). Reviews are good as long as they're helpful, so don't waste your time telling me you hated it. Just move on.
Also, I might be re-writing completely this story in the future (to get rid of those stupid mistakes once and for all), and, as you might know, if I were an excellent writer, I would be selling books, not writing internet fanfic stories. And even those guys take two or three (or more) tries to get a perfect story. Thank you for understanding that.

Prologue

Dina was standing by the doorway, wearing her white short dress Don had given her for their third anniversary. He was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Dina had stayed up throughout the night thinking of a way to tell him what she wanted to say; now that she was about to do it, she figured there was no better way than just say it and try to sound as confident as you can.

"I wanna go back to Pleasantview" she said.

Don put the cup down and folded to newspaper, but he didn't move.

"Why?" he asked with his low voice.

"I wanna see my sister."

Since they were never in love with each other and the fights were constant, they got used to be rude to each other. One more fight wouldn't make that much difference.

"If you want to see your sister, ask her for a picture. If you want to talk to her, you call her."

Don had developed that way of ending every discussion with a phrase that could not be questioned by any matters. Most of the times Dina would just look down and walk away to avoid another pointless fight, but this time she had made up her mind and wasn't gonna give up so easily.

She made a fist and her teeth clenched.

"I want to go back" she repeated.

Don turned around and looked her up and down.

"We're not going and I don't wanna hear a thing about it" he said, standing up.

"I can go alone" she replied.

"Fine. Where are you gonna get the money for that?"

Dina swallowed and her eyes became wet, but she controlled the tears.

Since they moved away from Pleasantview, Don was in charge of the issues around the money. The moment Cassandra got the inheritance, a portion of that was transferred to Don's account, so he packed everything, told Dina to do the same and disappeared from that small town, wishing to God that he would never have to step a foot there again. Since then, the two of them started living their dream lives: parties, drinking, money... each week a different place, different people, and all the money they could spend. Even when the baby was born they still partied; the little boy named Jake spent most of his days with the babysitter while his parents were out with strangers.

But then the money started to diminish; Don rushed to find a job and thanks to the contacts he had made, he got into the business of real estates and became a realtor. Then money started getting in again.

Unfortunately, things weren't the same as before. The fights became even more common and it seemed that those two years were never coming back. The only thing that kept Dina from completely breaking down was to see her boy growing up. It was what made her want to live each day and the next one close to that man.

"Why can't we go back?"

He gave her a mocking laugh. He did that often.

"Dina, do you have any idea of what would happen if he went back there? Everybody there hates us, Dina. Believe me. Even your sister. She probably thinks you were too weak to run away. How would you like to hear that from her?"

He held her arms strongly, hurting her. It was his way of showing that he was the stronger one in there.

One lonely tear rolled down her right cheek.

Don went by her and she stayed there, her body shivering because of the anger that she was keeping inside. Fortunately, Jake showed up asking for a glass of milk and Dina stopped thinking about it. She avoided thinking about bad things while she was around him.

That night, while she lay still in bed, almost falling out of it because she wanted to be as far as possible from Don, Dina let the tears roll, and they did. There were so many reasons to cry for that she didn't know which one she was actually crying for. And that moment all she wanted was to have her sister close to her, telling her that it was going to be okay, like she always did.

The next day they didn't say a thing to each other. Dina took Jake to the park and while he played with his friends, she sat down and talked to their moms. Don stayed at home, like he did most of the times.

When she got back, he was in the living room, watching the news. He didn't even look at her; it was like she didn't exist. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and started eating. He showed up at the door minutes later.

"I changed my mind" he said. "We're going back to Pleasantview."