Tangled in
Two
Chapter
Two
Hunter picked me up from my house the
next morning.
He was usually my ride to and from school.
"What's wrong babe?" Hunter looked at me and held my hand tight while the other gripped the wheel. "Nothing." I forced a smile through my teeth.
He sighed. Hunter knows me.
He knew something was wrong, but he also knew if I didn't want to talk about it, I wasn't going to.
Once we got into school, I told him I'd see him later before nearly bolting off.
"Hope!" He called out down the empty hallway as he chased after me.
"Yes?" I turned around with watery eyes.
"Wh-what's wrong Hope?" He pulled me into a tight hug and rubbed my hair.
"I'll see you later." I whispered pulling away.
"No kiss?" He said looking at me.
I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
I could see the hurt in his eyes.
I could see how much Hunter cared, and wanted to know what was going through my mind.
I just couldn't tell him in school, and I couldn't tell him through text last night.
I guess I'll just have to tell him after school today.
It is Thursday, and I am leaving Saturday morning.
This is going to be the hardest.
I guess I haven't told him, because I'm scared of goodbyes.
I've never had to say goodbye, but I understand how powerful they must be.
My father left my mother.
Not because he had a choice to, but because God had bigger plans for him, but it was a goodbye.
The only goodbye I've ever had to learn from.
My mother didn't do well after that goodbye..
I can't do this.
I can't say goodbye.
He was usually my ride to and from school.
"What's wrong babe?" Hunter looked at me and held my hand tight while the other gripped the wheel. "Nothing." I forced a smile through my teeth.
He sighed. Hunter knows me.
He knew something was wrong, but he also knew if I didn't want to talk about it, I wasn't going to.
Once we got into school, I told him I'd see him later before nearly bolting off.
"Hope!" He called out down the empty hallway as he chased after me.
"Yes?" I turned around with watery eyes.
"Wh-what's wrong Hope?" He pulled me into a tight hug and rubbed my hair.
"I'll see you later." I whispered pulling away.
"No kiss?" He said looking at me.
I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
I could see the hurt in his eyes.
I could see how much Hunter cared, and wanted to know what was going through my mind.
I just couldn't tell him in school, and I couldn't tell him through text last night.
I guess I'll just have to tell him after school today.
It is Thursday, and I am leaving Saturday morning.
This is going to be the hardest.
I guess I haven't told him, because I'm scared of goodbyes.
I've never had to say goodbye, but I understand how powerful they must be.
My father left my mother.
Not because he had a choice to, but because God had bigger plans for him, but it was a goodbye.
The only goodbye I've ever had to learn from.
My mother didn't do well after that goodbye..
I can't do this.
I can't say goodbye.
Tangled in
Two
Chapter
One
"What?!
What do you mean boarding school?!"
I shreaked as my drug addicted mom handed me a letter with her wasted smirk.
"Have fun sweet pea." She laughed walking away from me.
Really?
I thought to myself. I'm forced out of the country, against my own will?
Don't get me wrong, I'd love to leave my mother.
She's an evil witch, with a b. Pardon my French (no pun intended).
Anyways, my name is Hope.
My father named me before he died a few months after my birth.
I guess he had hope that my mother would change, or that he'd beat cancer.
Little did he know, he wasn't going to beat cancer, and my mom was going to go on a downwards spiral after his death.
I mean, I've always had dinner and clothes on my back, but a child needs more than that.
A child needs love.
And that's exactly what I found in Hunter. He was an amazing and extrodanary best friend. Don't get me wrong, he was an even better boyfriend.
Hunter had learned almost all of my secrets by the time we were thirteen.
We've been inseperable since.
But now, I have to leave him.
I have to leave Karissa too.
I have to leave everything I have come to love about Tennesse,
and move half way across the world to France.
I shreaked as my drug addicted mom handed me a letter with her wasted smirk.
"Have fun sweet pea." She laughed walking away from me.
Really?
I thought to myself. I'm forced out of the country, against my own will?
Don't get me wrong, I'd love to leave my mother.
She's an evil witch, with a b. Pardon my French (no pun intended).
Anyways, my name is Hope.
My father named me before he died a few months after my birth.
I guess he had hope that my mother would change, or that he'd beat cancer.
Little did he know, he wasn't going to beat cancer, and my mom was going to go on a downwards spiral after his death.
I mean, I've always had dinner and clothes on my back, but a child needs more than that.
A child needs love.
And that's exactly what I found in Hunter. He was an amazing and extrodanary best friend. Don't get me wrong, he was an even better boyfriend.
Hunter had learned almost all of my secrets by the time we were thirteen.
We've been inseperable since.
But now, I have to leave him.
I have to leave Karissa too.
I have to leave everything I have come to love about Tennesse,
and move half way across the world to France.
Flynn Rider.
The only Disney character to ever question
why everyone is randomly singing.
I have dreams like you, no really!
Just, much less touchy-feely
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
On an island that I own
Tanned and rested and alone
Sourrounded by enourmous piles of money.
Just, much less touchy-feely
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
On an island that I own
Tanned and rested and alone
Sourrounded by enourmous piles of money.
FLYNN RYDER
the only Disney character to ever question why everyone is randomly singing
NOT MY FREAKING QUOTE! I swear to god if I get a single comment about it I will leave this website forever after flipping sh*t all over them.
Flynn Rider
The only Disney character to question why everyone is randomly singing
The only Disney character to question why everyone is randomly singing
