Not even I knew why I had been so angry towards Brian. After Maxxie had left and I had cooled down, I reflected on it. It seemed as if Maxxie was the only stable thing in my life; I had an adoption to think to think about and John was plotting to kill me. Maxxie—beautiful, magnificent Maxxie—was the only thing that I knew was there f
"Hey," a voice said beside me. I turned to see Brian standing there, a dry smile on his face. I didn't know whether to smil
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face wasn't as bad as it was the day before, but it still looked terrible. It looked as though I had been hit multiple times by a freight train, not to mention it was horribly painful.
I stared at the picture in my hands. It was a family, with a mother and father and child, all of which had identical features. They all had glistening blonde hair and shining blue eyes. They were all good looking, especially in that particular photo. The sun was beaming across their smiling faces. They held each other tightly, as if they would never let go.
My entire body froze as Ms. Gray's words echoed in my brain. We're moving to New York. I felt as if a giant tidal wave was threat
You know how during the summer there's always one week of nothing but thunderstorms? And on one of those nights your parents are out of the house, leaving you alone? You always feel so empty and cold and scared on those nights. That's how I felt about the move; empty and cold and scared.
For a week, I had checked my e-mail obsessively, making sure I hadn't missed the e-mail from Maxxie's father. It was like a game, almost. It took my mind off of everything. Even Maxxie seemed to be happier about everything. Of course, I hadn't told him how John truly felt about me, and I wasn't planning on breaking his happiness by informing him. So, we stayed happy, and that was all we needed.
"How about this?" I peered over the shelf of dusty old sports trophies to see what Melanie was holding up, which was an old
I stared at the little spackle dots on the ceiling and listened to Maxxie's careful breathing. My nimble fingers wove in and out of his silky hair. Last night's events were playing on repeat in my mind—everything from the hot tub to our adventure in the bedroom. Maxxie's beautiful face kept flashing in my mind and I couldn't help but crack a small smile as he stirred in his sleep.