Lynn
Shit. This crap really is getting annoying! Each time these Braxton hicks hit, they hurt even more. It's not to the point that I can't bear it, but they are uncomfortable. Whenever they come- which is frequent- I don't like to be with people. I don't want their pity or 'help' as they call it. Honestly, there is no way to help. I just need to move or find a better position to be in and/or drink some water. That's it. So when my sister's or Lincoln tries to come with the whole 'let me help you' or 'you need to do this' and all that, I really get frustrated. So that brings us to today; Wednesday, November 19th, 2014.
"Hey Lynn, I started looking into apartments and I was wondering what are the things that you want it to inc-"
"Not now Lincoln. I'm not in the mood!" I told him sternly as he walked in my room, and as I sat on my bed.
"What do you mean 'not in the mood?' It's literally a quick question. I don't have any other time to do this so while I'm at it, I figured you'd want a say." He said annoyed.
"Just… get what ever! I don't care! Can you just leave?"
"Can I ask what's up with the attitude?" he angrily asked me.
"Dude, just leave! I'll deal with you later!"
"You don't have to be fucking rude! Damn! I was just asking a question!"
"I'm not fucking being rude! You want me to get rude?! Fine! Get the fuck out of my room you ass-hat! I'm getting a bunch of Braxton hicks right now and don't want to be with you!"
"Why?! Why do you never like people to help you?"
"Lincoln it's not a question of if I like help or not! There is literally no way to help! I can handle this alone because it's happening to me!"
"Have you tried switching positions—"
"No! Stop telling what I should do! I ALREADY KNOW! DAMN! WHAT PART OF I DON'T WANT YOU HERE DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled and threw my pillow at him.
"Fine bitch. See who helps you when you actually need it." He said as he walked out and slammed the door behind him. Did he just call me… bitch? What the hell was his problem?! He has no idea what I'm going through! He needs to freaking learn to be patient with me and understand what I'm feeling! Damn!
Lincoln
What the hell is her problem! I'm only trying to help and she wants to yell at me?! Yea, I can blame it on hormones, but she needs to learn to control her damn temper! Shit! I just get really frustrated when she is like this. I can't talk to her at all like this! I'm just going to call Leni to get my mind off of things.
Leni- Hello?
Lincoln- Hey Leni!
Leni- Lincoln? How did you get in my phone?
Lincoln- uh…. Leni?
Leni- I'm just messing with you! How are you?!
Lincoln- Well… I've been better…
Leni- What's wrong?
Lincoln- … Nothing… stress I guess… anyway, how are you?! How's college?
Leni- I'm great! It's great! I love the professors, the work isn't that overwhelming, and I've made sooo many friends!
Lincoln- That's good! How is Rhode island? Is it similar to Michigan?
Leni- Honestly, no! It's different in a lot of ways! I don't know, I'm just happy here! Not to put you down, but leaving the house was the best choice I've made!
Lincoln- Trust me, I believe it!
Leni- How has the house been? Still the same?
Lincoln- You know it…
Leni- Wow… figures. Don't worry! You'll be out soon! Maybe you should move out of state like me! It's a nice change!
Lincoln- I was actually thinking about that. Most likely, but I don't know yet.
Leni- With Lynn?
Lincoln- Can we not talk about her right now?
Leni- Oh no! Did something happen between you two?
Lincoln- You can say that… It's just so aggravating with her sometimes!
Leni- What happened?
Lincoln- I go to ask her a simple question—what would she like an apartment to include so I know what to look for, but then she just snaps at me! I tell her that she doesn't need to be rude, and then, she curses me out and tells me to get the fuck out of her room! I got mad and told her "fine bitch, see who helps you when you actually need it." And left! That's the thing! She never likes anyone to help her! That's all I'm trying to do!
Leni- Lincoln, you need to understand what she is going though—
Lincoln- I do!
Leni- I'm not finished! You need to understand what she is going though and have patience with her! You will never truly know what it's like to be in her situation. Do you know why she snapped?
Lincoln- She said that she was not in the mood, and then said that she is having a lot of contractions but that gives her no excuse to yell at me!
Leni- Yes, maybe she went at it wrong, but you need to be the bigger person! Right now her hormones are all over the place and she doesn't know how to react to most situations. Calling her a bitch was pretty brutal. You should probably apologize… it would be the right thing to do.
Lincoln- … Why are you always right?
Leni- Maybe because I know best when it comes to being kind …
Lincoln- *sigh* Fine, but knowing her, I need to give her some space first.
Leni- Alright. As long as you do it.
Lincoln- Yeah, I will…
Leni- Well let me let you go, I have a few things to get done. It was nice to talk to you! We'll talk more later, k?
Lincoln- Alright, bye.
Leni- bye!
After the call with Leni and realizing that she was right, I decided to just take a walk to clear my head. Down my street, throughout the neighborhood, and eventually, I made it near Ronnie-Anne's house. There, I saw… a moving truck?! As I watched, trying to make sense of what was going on, I found her leaving the house with a suitcase at hand, walking towards their car.
"Ronnie! What's going on?! Are you moving?"
"Uh… hey… Lincoln. Yea, I am."
"Where?! Why?!"
"Mexico. And as for why… it's a long story."
"sum it up."
"Ugh… ok basically, my mom got falsely accused of fraud and now she is being deported. We lost the court case, but Bobby was able to pull many strings to allow us to stay a bit longer and go there ourselves, so long as there is verification that we actually did make it there and are no longer in the U.S."
'What?! How long has this been happening?"
" I don't know… maybe… 5 months?"
"How come you never said anything?"
"I don't think you realize, but we are no longer friends. I didn't have to tell anyone anything."
"Believe me, I have realized."
"Then why ask?"
"…I don't know. I just thought that with something like this…"
"Well now you know. Look, I can't talk that long because we need to get there soon since we were technically suppose to be there about a week ago, so… just ask Lori I guess."
"yeah, no. If I'm doing anything, it's not talking to her!"
"I might regret asking because of time, but why?"
"She hates me. And this isn't no little brother-sister fight. This is genuine hate between us now that has been going on for a while now."
"Is it because of you and Lynn?" she asked raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
"Wh- how? I mean… Lynn and I aren't—"
"You can save the lie for someone else, but I already know. Everything!"
"Crap. Ok, please promise that you don't tell anyone! Please!"
"Who am I going to tell?!"
"… just don't talk to people about it…"
"So is it true that it's yours?" she asked ignoring what I had previously said. Should I really tell her?
"She, and uh… yeah…"
"She?"
"Lacy."
"Ok… I'm not going to judge, or give an opinion, or anything. I'm just going to leave and not tell. Ok?"
"Alright."
"Good bye Lincoln. Until next time. Good luck—with everything." She said, pulling up her hoodie upon her head and stuffing her hands into the pockets.
"Good bye Ronnie-Anne. And… thanks. " And then, she got in the car, and both the truck and the car left.
Back at home, Lynn was sitting on the couch watching some sort of show. She was ignoring me completely by now.
"Babe~" I said trying to get her attention. No reply. "baby?" No answer again. "Lynn. Please, talk to me." I said sitting on the sofa next to her, but she just moved away from me. "Come on Lynn. Look, I'm sorry. I should have respected the fact that you did not feel ok and was not in the mood to talk. I understand what you are going through is hard, but sometimes, I don't pay attention to that, and I loose my temper, and say stupid stuff. I didn't mean to call you a bitch. I would never call you that on purpose! You are everything to me and I don't want to loose you. Not like this. Not over some stupid mistake. For now on, I will be more understanding. I promise. If you say you don't want me to tell you what I think will help, I won't. Okay? Just please say something."
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"Fine. Just… be more understanding like you claim you will and for now on, I'll control my temper more. Deal?"
"Deal." I said smiling. At least she was talking to me again.
A/N: Hey guys! When was the last time I updated again? June 13th? Sorry about that. This story has been a priority of mine and has been being written—in fact, I'm currently writing chapter 23, but the thing is, it's hard to find time to reread, edit, and sometimes, rewrite a good chunk of a following chapter for you guys, but I promise, I'll try to find the time to do so more often. Also, quick note, I really did try to find out about immigration and deportation online, but I couldn't find much which resulted in this. Once more, In no way am I trying to make fun of the issue or see it as a light subject, in fact, it's quite the opposite of that. I'm simply raising awareness of the situation and showing that it is very much something that happens and is sad when it does. This comes from the daughter of two immigrants. Sorry if any of the information (Which Im sure it is) is inaccurate. I really did try to find out about it, but couldn't. Any who, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, feel free to reach out to me by PM or the review section, and I hope to update you guys soon! Bye!