Amy POV

I paced back and forth in my room with John over my shoulder, his cries shattering my ear as I attempted to put him to sleep. He had been sick for the past week. Well, hell I guess this is what happens when your baby is 6 months old and it's toward the beginning of December. I felt horrible for my little guy. I really needed Ricky right now, more than ever. Sadly, he was doing overtime at the butcher shop tonight and wouldn't be home for at least another hour, two hours top. Just as I thought I had reached my breaking point with cold John had, my mom walked in offering to at least calm him down for the night.

"If you can calm him down, please do," I begged, handing over the upset bundle of joy.

She took John downstairs while I sat on the bed, finally remembering how my house sounds when it's quiet. I quickly dialed Ricky's number, dying to hear his voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ricky. How is work going?"

"Obviously, not that busy or I wouldn't be talking, but it's been good. Ben couldn't show today because he got the flu out of nowhere."

I laughed a little. "Wow, so for the first time ever since he and I broke up, you didn't have to go through your constant routine of him always trying to get to me through you. Wow that sounds like a really great work day."

"Yeah, it's been good. Mr. Boykewich said he won't be in probably for the rest of this week and little bit of next week."

"Wow, a whole week without him. That's the jackpot. Well, um I was just calling to see when you were going to be home because I could really use your help right now."

"Well, I should be out of here within hopefully the next hour because I have to do all of my overtime hours, even if no one is here."

I sighed. "Alright, well I don't want to hold you up from the million of invisible people behind the counter, so I'll see you when you get here if I'm not asleep already."

"Alright, well I'll see you later, babe. I love you."

I smiled. "I love you, too. Bye."

I hung up the phone with the hugest smile on my face. I always got so happy when Ricky told me he loved me, but I could never figure out why. Maybe, it was because I knew that when he said it, he meant it. He wasn't the type of guy to just say something like that that had a deep connection and warmth to it. Just as I was about to lie back on my pillow, my mom lightly tapped the door, bringing in a more calm John that I had missed since he got sick.

"Well, he's calm now, but not asleep. He should be in a few minutes, though."

"Thank you," I said. "How did you do it?"

"I made a little chamomile tea, let it cool; he drank it and put some baby lotion on him. That always did it for you and Ashley."

"Hmm, well thanks again. Go to sleep, mom. You look really tired," I said, fixing John's wunzy.

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going."

She turned to the door, but just before she left she said, "Tomorrow I'm going to work early, so I'll leave you a note on what to do for John in the morning if he wakes up fussy or anything like that."

"Alright, have a good sleep, mom."

She gave a tired smile and walked out of the room and down the stairs. I started to walk around the room with John while he slowly drifted. I sat down on the bed, laying him across my chest. Just like him, I slowly started falling asleep. I awoke though when I heard the front door creak a little. I sat up, being paranoid as usual, while Ricky walked through the bedroom door. He took John out my hands and kissed him on his forehead. He left out of the room for a minute, returning with his hands empty.

"Hi," I said, kissing him.

"Hey, how was he today?"

I humped my shoulders. "He was better than yesterday. I definitely think that he'll be okay by the end of the week, so we'll just have to wait and see I guess."

I yawned into my hand, my sleepiness starting to kick in.

"Well, I don't know what you're about to do, but I'm taking my tired ass to sleep," I said, peeling the cover off the bed and climbing in.

"Yeah, I'm about to call it a night, also. I'll be in bed in a minute," he said, walking out of the room into the bathroom.

I must've really been tired because the next time I woke up was when John started crying. I climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I got to the door frame of John's nursery. I picked him up out of his crib and went downstairs to heat up a bottle. After drinking half of the bottle, John was asleep once again. I placed him back in his crib and got in bed. I was asleep for probably around two hours when John woke up once again. Since Ricky and I had a trade off for every time he woke up, it was Ricky's turn, but I did it anyway because I knew how tired he was. I patted him to sleep and went back to bed.

I did this for my turn, and I knew that I wasn't going to have any energy by the morning if I didn't get a little help. For the fourth time, John's screams woke me up. Instead of me getting up, I finally asked Ricky to get him.

He huffed and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, sure," he said, yawning at the same time.

I fell back to sleep, and a little while after, John woke up for the fifth time that night. I quickly put him back to sleep, almost falling asleep standing up. Jeez, I really needed him to get over this cold. Just when I thought the next four hours of sleep weren't going to be interrupted, John woke up once more. I couldn't take it anymore. I woke up Ricky again to get his son.

He rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Jeez, can I get a little sleep?"

He came back into the bedroom with the biggest attitude in the world. "Are you done bothering me now?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Listen, I understand that you're tired from work, but I'm the one who has been getting up since he first woke up. I ask you twice to put your son back to sleep, and you blow up like I haven't done anything all night. He's woken up six times all night, and I've asked you TWICE. If anyone I'm not trying to be selfish, but if anyone needs the sleep right now, it's me."

What the fuck was wrong with him? Somebody was really cranky tonight because this wasn't like him. He never made a big deal about putting John to sleep before, even if he was tired. He believed in playing his part, but tonight was something different.

"I'm just asking for a little sleep, okay? Is that so hard to ask for right now?" he said.

"Just like you, I'm asking for the same," I said, throwing the cover over me and turning my back to him.

"S-so that's it. You're done talking about it?" he asked.

I didn't answer as he climbed into the bed. I turned the other way, making sure my back was to him. At this point, I didn't have shit to say to him. I was tired just like him, but I wasn't about to complain because John was sick. What are you supposed to do, let him lay there crying all night? I don't think so.

I don't know if Ricky got John for the rest of the night or if John didn't cry anymore because the next time I woke up, it was noon. I slowly crawled out of the bed, yawning, almost falling to the floor. I went in the bathroom and cleaned up before going downstairs to find Ricky feeding John on the couch. I was still a little upset about the night, but I wasn't going to let it ruin my day. I said good morning and found something for me to eat before I may my way to the staircase. Just as I put my foot on the first step, Ricky looked up and said with plead in his eyes, "Can we talk for a minute?"

"I kind of don't want to talk to you, but I'm also not in the mood to be a bitch in the morning," I thought as I went next to the couch.

"What?" I said.

"Could you take John so I can watch some television?" he asked.

Oh my gosh, did he really just ask me to do this? "No, why don't you watch television with your son? You two could use the quality time."

"But, I want to watch television alone," he said in a little kid voice.

This dude had no idea what was coming to him. "Are you fucking crazy, Ricky? You can't watch TV with your own son? It's just something that would kill you to hold a baby, your baby, in your arms and watch? Seriously?" I huffed. "You're fucking pathetic, and I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but it needs to leave, like right now."

"Why won't you just take him?" he asked.

"I won't take him because you're watching TV, not going to work, and don't say you're about to go to work because you already told me your schedule. You don't go in until around 3," I said, my ears feeling like they were burning. "You can spend time with John. It's not going to kill you to watch a show with your baby in your arms."

I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs, slamming the bedroom door as loudly as possible. What is his problem? You think he would apologize for being such a dick last night, but he decides to be lazy and not spend time with his son. He barely spends time with him anyway because work is always taking up his time. I turned on the TV, angrily eating my food. A few minutes later, Ricky walked in, but John wasn't with him.

"Where is John?" I asked, about to put more food in my mouth.

"Oh, he's sleeping. I put him to sleep because I really wanted to see the show."

I slammed my food onto my nightstand. He was about to get an earful.

"You mean to tell me that you put him to sleep because you wanted to see a show, and you didn't want to see it with him? Ricky, that's so fucked up on so many levels, and you know it is."

He put his hands up as if to say he's innocent. "Well, I asked you to take him with you when you came up here so I can look at TV. You didn't, so I did…after putting him to sleep."

I shook my head. "That's not the point, Ricky. You're barely here as is because you keep doing overtime at the butcher shop. Normally, I wouldn't have minded if you asked me to take him, but I would to see you doing something with your son like you used to. What's happened to you? Do you even care about your son? If you do, you're not doing a good job at proving it."

What was going on with him? Was he just not into this anymore? I took my phone and my purse as I went downstairs, shoving on my boots and grabbing my jacket. I grabbed my keys and slammed the door shut behind me. While getting into my new Altima, I dialed Adrienne's number.

"Hey Ames, what's going on?"

"I need to talk to you, like now. Do you happen to be busy?" I asked, silently praying that she wasn't.

"Nope, I've actually been looking for something to do all day," she said.

"Thank you so much. Can you meet me at the Willow Park, please? Oh, and can you bring the class assignments?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes," she said.

"Alright, bye."

I hung up the phone, quickly pulling out of the driveway. The drive to the park was rage-filled. I took all of my anger out on the road. I was speeding like a bat out of hell, I was cussing people out and honking my horn if people tried to get in front of me, and I beat up my steering wheel when there was a stop sign or a red light. I pulled into a free parking space next to the park, and sat in my car waiting for Adrienne. She pulled up about ten minutes later next to me, her stereo booming…as usual. I got out of the car, the loud music piercing my earlobes. She turned off her car and followed me to an empty bench. We sat in silence for a minute before Adrienne attempted to spark a conversation.

"So, you needed to talk to me? What's wrong? Obviously, something's wrong," she said, looking me over.

I shook my head. "Ricky…sometimes he just pisses me off."

"What happened?" she asked concern in her voice.

"He came in late yesterday from work because he had overtime. Of course, he would be doing overtime when John is sick, but whatever. We could use the extra money. Last night, John woke up six times, and I put him to sleep four times. The first time I asked Ricky, he had a little attitude, so I didn't pay attention to it. The second time I asked him, he comes in and yells at me like he's the one that just got up four times out the night to calm John. I get pissed and start cussing him out. I wake up this morning and he asked me if I could watch John while he watched a show. Well, of course I think he needs to spend more time with John, so I say no. We got into a little argument and a little after, he comes upstairs and tells me that he put John to sleep because he really wanted to watch television alone."

I really wanted to punch a wall at this point. Recapping all of the things that happened last night and this morning really upset me.

"Why were you mad? I'm not saying I'm on his side or anything, I just want to be able to look at this situation like you are."

I turned around, looking Adrienne dead in her eyes. "I'm mad because he's only at home for two or three hours a day with John when he's awake and he doesn't spend ANY time with him. I would hate for John to grow up with a relationship with his father that is as close as New York is to California. I couldn't live with that. I'm the only parent around John, and sometimes I feel like he's starting to get sick of me because I'm the only person he sees all day, every day." I sighed in frustration. "I just feel like he's not as into his own son like I thought he was. I mean who comes in and ignores their child. Just a few months ago, if John was asleep when he got home, he would still go in his room, pick him up, and kiss him good night. Now, he doesn't even bother to look at nursery door. What if he just doesn't want to do this anymore?"

I felt tears stinging my eyes, but I begged for them not to fall.

Adrienne sigh, and I knew she didn't know what to say either. "Amy, I seriously highly doubt that he's going to leave you or John, especially John. He loves you both too much to do anything to hurt you two. Right now, he's probably just trying to sort out his feelings and try to find a way back into his teenage life."

I shook my head. "At this point, if he's trying to do that then he's going to leave us. Before I had John, I didn't have a care in the world. The only thing I worried about was school and making sure I still had my good grades. He was worse than I was: he had sex with most of the girls at school before we even became friends. The thing is, you think that he would've learned his lesson about sex when he found out I was pregnant by him, but now I'm not so sure." I closed trying to find a single sign of peace in my mind, but I couldn't. I was just a big ball of anger, rage, and hurt.

"Amy, at this point you just need to talk to him. You two need to have a talk, a real conversation and figure out what you feel is tearing you guys apart. You need to figure out why he keeps ignoring John. Tell him how you feel because if you don't, eventually you will, but it'll be when he's packing his bags and leaving. I'm pretty sure you don't want to go to that stage, so just let him know how you feel. I'm pretty that'll open his eyes, and he'll realize that he's shutting you and his son out of his life. You just have to have a little faith."

A moment later, Adrienne's phone rang.

"Hello…uh sure…I'll be there in about an hour, is that ok…great. I'll see you then."

Adrienne hung up her phone and look at me. "I'm so sorry, Amy. My mom just called. She's looking at new houses and wanted to know what I thought of some of them. Do you mind me leaving because I can call her and tell her I'm busy? It's no problem at all, I promise."

As much as I wanted to keep talking to her, I knew her mom needed her, just like I did. I brushed it off like no big deal and told her, "I'm fine. You go help your mom house hunt. Can you call me whenever you're available, though?"

She nodded her head as she gathered her purse, making sure she had everything. "Yeah, sure I can call. If I don't call you tonight, I'll call you in the morning."

"Alright, well I'll see you later."

We started walking to our cars, but I felt like I was forgetting something.

"Oh wait, Adrienne. Did you bring the assignments?"

She found the assignments in her back seat and handed them over. I quickly dropped them in the passenger seat and pulled off before Adrienne. I must've really needed that girl time although it was cut a little short. My drive home wasn't as scary and care free as the drive to the park. I pulled into the driveway, not prepared to talk to Ricky, but I knew that eventually it was going to happen.

I grabbed my purse and the assignments and walked inside. Ricky wasn't in the living room, so obviously he was in the bedroom. I walked in, and to my surprise, John and Ricky were playing on the floor, John laughing as loud as ever. Ricky looked at me, and he put John down, the laughter fading.

"Amy, uh, listen I wanted to apologize. I was being really rude to you last night and this morning. I don't know what got to me, but I'm just really sorry about what happened."

I sat down on the bed, tugging my boots off. "You kind of, upset me you know?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm just really sorry, Amy."

"No, I don't think you realize how much you upset me. Listen, I'm just going to come out and say it. After the little argument last night and the total lack of help with John, I started to question how much you really love him. Do you know that it deeply hurts me when I have to question how much someone loves another, especially to my boyfriend and our son? Yes, for a second I was thinking that you didn't love him or me."

He huffed. "All because of one little argument and me being lazy this morning, you decide to think that I don't love you or John?"

"No, I say that because you're always at work late and when you are here with John and me, you never spend time with him. Before, you used to find ways to hang out with him. You don't do that anymore. You barely help out with him anymore. I don't know if you noticed, but ever since he got sick, I've been the one constantly caring for him. All you got was medicine, vapor, and a thermometer."

I felt tears streaming down my face, and my palms sweaty and clammy.

"Amy, I'm so sorry. I do love you and John. I really do. I just…I don't know," he said.

"You just don't care," I said, wiping my eyes and face.

"No, I really do care. I know that for sure. I love you and our son. I'm sorry that lately I haven't been showing it. At this point all I can is I'm going to try harder and that I'm sorry for all that I've put you through."

He stood up and hugged me, both of us now crying. After a few minutes, we came out of our embrace and John was fast asleep on the bed. I left out of the room to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Just as I walked through out of the bathroom, Ashley tugged me into her room, throwing me on the bed.

"What the hell, Ashley?" I stood up, folding my arms. "Why did you pull me in here?"

"Someone in this house is being very unloving." She put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrow.

"Well, don't look at me. I'm fully committed. Who do you think is being 'unloving'?" I asked.

"I know for a fact that it's Ricky Underwood, you know, the father of your son?"

I scoffed. "Seriously Ashley, you're accusing Ricky of cheating on me?"

"I'm not accusing. Accusing is for when you don't know the truth. I, on the other hand, do know the whole truth." She rolled her neck at me.

"Whatever Ashley, I mean I know you must resent him for getting me pregnant, but really? This is a new low for you, Ashley. If this is supposed to be a prank, it's sure as hell isn't funny, so cut it out."

"I might lie about a few things, but I'm not lying about this. Please, just believe me on this, Amy."

"NO! I can't believe you're doing this! You're so against him that you're willing to break us up. I can't believe you would do something like this."

I started to walk out, but Ashley grabbed my arm, pulling me back, and closing the door. She pulled out her phone and started to look for something.

I huffed. "What, are you trying to find one of your make-believe friends to tell me that she saw what you saw? Huh? I don't believe you or your stupid, little, immature-"

I stopped talking when I saw what Ashley was showing me. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming or whatever I wanted to do. I felt like such a fool. How could I fall for everything he said? I felt so stupid.

Ashley had several photos of Ricky and a girl that looked really familiar. Ashley took a few pictures of them kissing, one of him hugging her like he had done me a few minutes ago, and another of them looking in each other's eyes, smiling.

The waterworks came immediately. I noticed the background in one of the photos, the butcher shop.

"W-When did you go to the butcher shop?" I asked, now sobbing uncontrollably.

"I didn't, one of my real friends was driving past when she noticed them hugging."

"How long h-have you known about this?" I asked.

She put the phone back in her pocket and sat down next to me. "She sent me the pictures two days ago, but I didn't know how to tell you. I guess seeing you two in there hugging really pissed me off. I also heard everything that he said to you, and I kept think to myself 'Bullshit, kiss my ass you nasty bastard.' I'm sorry. I probably should've told you sooner."

I shook my head while wiping my eyes. "No, Ashley, don't be sorry. I'm just glad you told me. You could've not told me at all, but you did and all I can do is thank you. Thank you."

I got up and went into to once again, clear my eyes. I went into my room and found some pajamas for the night. I put them on and lay down. Ricky came in, and he gently shook me.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"If I was, I wouldn't want your nasty, cheating hands touching all over my food," I thought to myself.

"No, thanks," I said, my voice cracking.

"Okay, are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

He left out of the room, leaving me to silently cry myself to sleep.

The Next Morning

I woke up, pissed off more than ever. How could that son of a bitch say that he loves me and John knowing damn well he was cheating on me with some no good tramp? I grabbed my phone, and quickly dialed Adrienne's number.

"Hey, I was just about to call you? Did you guys talk?"

"Yep, we talked and then cried together, and just minutes after this loving embrace, Ashley tells me that he's cheating on me."

Adrienne gasped loudly. "You're kidding me, Amy? He did not cheat on you!"

"I wish I could say the same, but she's got pictures to prove this shit."

"Meet me at the park…now!"

I hung up the phone and threw on a sweater and jeans and pulled on my boots. I went downstairs and grabbed my car keys, finding my way out the door before any questions could be asked. I quickly drove through all of the crazy traffic and parked in the middle of the park. I found my phone and dialed Ashley's number.

"What's up?"

"Send me those pictures of Ricky and his bitch."

"Alright, bye."

I sat in the car, waiting for Adrienne as my phone vibrated signaling that Ashley had sent the pictures. I got out of the car and sat on the bench while Adrienne shut her off.

"What the hell do you mean Ricky is cheating?" she said.

"Just that, Ricky is cheating on me," I said.

"Let me so the pictures," she ordered, taking her purse off her shoulder as I pulled up the death text.

She took the phone and looked at the photos repeatedly. Her face turned red instantly. I could hear her cussing under her breath in Spanish. "Ese hijo de puta." (A/N: For anyone who doesn't speak Spanish, it means "son of a bitch.")

"Yep, I know. This sucks. He's been lying to me this whole time. That means he was lying about overtime at work. That fucked up piece of shit. I'm sorry, Adrienne. I have to go. Make sure you got the police ready just in case he gets hurt tonight."

I ran to my car and started balling my eyes out. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to our son? I put my head on the steering wheel until I had a headache. I finally stopped, knowing that I'm better than this and started driving home. When I got home, I ran upstairs not bothering to say where I had been or what happened. I sorted out the homework assignments and got to work.

A few minutes later, Ricky came up after putting John to sleep for his nap. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes, everything's fine. I'm just trying to get some homework done, that's all. Can I do a little homework?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was just checking on you. You looked a little upset when you walked, and your eyes are puffy. Have you been crying?" he asked.

"Maybe, just leave me alone please. Leave, go play with your son like you were before."

"He's asleep, though" he said.

"Well, go look at television. Just get away from me right now," I demanded, starting on my algebra homework.

He left out with confused, frustrated look on his face while I broke down again. I couldn't help it, I was a wreck. Here I am, thinking a person that I love loved me back, but instead he loved some other whore in front of the butcher shop.

I swiftly worked through all of my homework, and when I was done, I got John out of his crib. I went back into my room and sat on the bed laying my head on the headboard and letting myself cry for my son and me. Ricky was nothing but a liar. I put myself back together again and held John until he woke up. I started thinking about my future without Ricky because I was pretty sure that's how it would end up; with John and without Ricky. I started to drift off until Ricky came in checking on me again.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, hanging on to the door frame.

"What do you think, huh?" I asked.

"Okay, what the hell is going on with you, huh? What did I do to you to make you be this rude and mean and snotty?"

"You cheated on me!" I yelled, getting up and putting John in his crib.

"What are you talking about? I didn't cheat on you, I promise," he said, throwing his hands up.

"Well then, that promise is automatically broken because I know you did and hell, you probably still are," I said fixing up my already neat bed.

"I didn't cheat, and I'm not cheating on you."

Was Ricky really trying to play me like a fool? Oh no, not going to happen. I went through my phone, searching for the text from Ashley. I pulled up the pictures, and gave him the phone.

"Tell me that's not you, Ricky," I said, fighting the tears. "Tell me that's not you kissing and holding and smiling at some random tramp. Tell me that's another person holding that girl and kissing her."

Ricky dropped the phone, tears forming in his eyes while mine slowly poured over.

"Amy, I can explain-"

"How COULD YOU, Ricky? You've been lying to me this whole time. I should've known that overtime was never that long for the butcher shop…YOU'RE A FUCKING MEAT SHOP! WHO THE FUCK NEEDS A STEAK OR HAMBURGER AT 11 AT NIGHT? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LIAR!"

"Amy, please just let me talk…"

"No, don't say anything. Everything's said in these damn pictures. You lie to me saying you love me and your son. If you loved us, you wouldn't have gone and found a back-up plan to me and your son. You don't think about us anymore. Well, screw me what about your son? You don't realize how much you betrayed him. This isn't about me anymore; this is about what you did to this family. You bring the money so we have everything we're going to need, but you always fail to bring the love. What, are you fucked up in the head or something? Ricky, just admit it…YOU DON'T LOVE US ANYMORE!"

Tears streamed down my face non-stop. I couldn't even look at him at this point. I turned around, but he grabbed me by my shoulder and turned me back around. "Listen, I don't what I was thinking when I went out with her. I guess I just wasn't feeling loved by you, though. I felt like I wasn't getting that attention you were giving John. That's why I did it, but the moment I realized you loved me the right way, I broke it off with her."

"It doesn't change the fact that you did it, though," I said, wiping my eyes.

"I don't know if you noticed, but most guys don't care if their girlfriend loves them, they cheat anyway. Did I cheat, yes, but I realized I got everything I need right here with you," he said, tears streaming down his face.

Ricky grabbed me and hugged me. I angrily pushed away from him, shaking my head. A hug couldn't fix the situation we were in at the moment. A hug wouldn't make everything alright. It just wouldn't.

"Don't touch me, Ricky. Maybe, you didn't realize this, but normally if a guy isn't feeling loved by his girlfriend, he goes and talks to her about it. He doesn't go and hook up with some whore so she can show him love.

"Amy, please just listen to me," he begged, hold his head in his hands.

I put my hands on my hands on my hips as I told him, "I'm listening."

He looked up around the room, afraid for his eyes to meet mine. "I love you and John. I really do. I just, I don't know what I was thinking, but I swear I broke it off with her because I realized that I had you and John, and you two are the luckiest things that have ever happened to me. Amy, I love you."

I rolled my eyes. "You probably said that the night you were at the butcher shop with that girl, didn't you? You told her that you loved her, and she was the luckiest thing that ever happened to you?" I shook my head, tears forming once again. "I'm done, Ricky. This relationship isn't healthy anymore, especially when you're cheating to get more love. I'm not sorry that I've done this. I'm sorry that you've done this. Your action has ruined our family."

I walked out of the room and grabbed John from the nursery along with a few clothes of his. I put his bag down and got mine ready. Just as I was about to put on some shoes and grab my jacket, Ricky stopped me.

"Where are you going?" he asked with concern in his eyes.

"I can't be here right now, and you don't deserve to see your son at the moment. You made your bed and now you have to lay in it. Goodbye, Ricky."

I walked out of the door into the chilly weather Mother Nature created. I hurriedly put John in his car seat, trying to make sure his cold didn't get worse. I threw the bags in the truck and pulled off.

"Hey Adrienne, listen John and I need somewhere to stay tonight." Tears blurred my vision of the road and stung my eyes like hell. My life was officially crashed and burned.

So, what did you guys think? I know this chapter is longer than the others, but I still hope you guys like it. Well, I hope you guys are having a great summer. Since it is summer, I will be updating more often, so be on the lookout future readers. LOVE YOU ALL !