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I push past him and head to my room.

I didn't notice my mom before now. How long has she been here?

She's wrapped into John's arms as she soaks his shirt with her tears.

I hate the fact that she had to witness all of that.

I walk past them without saying a word.

In my room I stuff some random clothes and other stuff I think might need in the next two to three days into a green duffle bag.

I need to get the hell out of here, or else I'll run mad.

When I get to my car I notice that I didn't take my keys. They were with that moron.

I forcefully throw the bag onto the backseat and make my way back inside.

"Where did I go wrong?" I hear my mom's voice asking just before I step into the living room.

I spot my keys on the table and grab them, trying to avoid my mom.

"Chanielle where are you going?"

I don't answer as I walk as fast as I can to get out of this place.

"Chanielle please. At least you can tell me where you're going" she pleads as tears stream down her face.

When I turn around and look at her some of the ice in me breaks to pieces and I walk towards her. I'm the reason for those tears.

I hug her and say "I just need to be away for a while mom. I'll be okay"

I kiss her on her tearstained cheek and rush out of the house.

While driving through the streets of New York city with my top open, I'm hoping I'll wake up tomorrow morning and realize all of this was a bad, horrible dream.

Even the lights and the billboards of the most active city in the world don't cheer me up.

I still have a vague memory of me asking my dad what's written on those billboards.  He always read things about me, which of course wasn't true.

There are very few times of us together that I can still remember and every day I try to repeat those memories so I don't forget.

I really miss him. I wonder what things would have been like if he was still here.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay. After rain comes sunshine, right?"

I turn my head to look where the soothing words are coming from.
A young guy in the passenger's seat of the car next to me looks at me with a beautiful all American boy smile. One of his hand is hanging out of the car as he rests his chin on his upperarm.

"Don't bother the young lady Sean" the woman driving the car says.

His words did something to me. He said what I needed to hear desperately, but didn't know I did.

"Thank you Sean" I smile thankfully, wiping my tears away.

The red traffic light turns green and we drive off. His car goes left as I go straight forward.

Where the hell am I even going?

It's amazing how such simple words can make one feel better in a crappy situation.

I find myself parking my car in the parking lot of a four star hotel near JFK.

Yeah I parked it myself because I don't like people driving my car.

The receptionist her eyes light up immediately the second she sees me.

"Good evening Ms Righters" she smiles.

"Good evening... Sarah" I say reading her name on her nametag.

I end up getting one of the biggest suites in the hotel.

I actually wanted a small normal room, but none were available. It was either the suite or I'd have to stay in a room from which I'd have to move out tomorrow into another one.

"Here you go ma'am. There are only two suites on this floor and the other one is occupied by the Carter family. Have a nice stay" she says excitedly handing me a swipe card.

I smile at her "Thank you Sarah"

"You're welcome ma'am"

Her face is flushed red as she smiles from ear to ear. Probably trying to keep the conversation professional.

I walk towards the lift and press the button that will take me to my room.

Since Beyonce is my neighbour maybe we'll catch up on some stuff, if she's not too busy. It's been a long time since we spoke.
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Yes! She said Beyonce. I thought it would be fun to involve her😆😊

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I know this definitely isn't the best chapter I wrote, but yeah...

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