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Chapter 20 - Yesterday

I sit at the couch, looking at the sad empty Christmas tree in the dark. I think about it a moment, maybe I could do the Christmas tree with my mom like I used to.

Though it'll be weird to not be scared of getting the worst beating of the year on Christmas Day. I grab my crutches from the side of the couch and painfully start walking to my moms room, the stairs being a real struggle.

I open the door, my mom and Halo very aggressively making out on the bed. I gag, looking away before knocking on the door.

"Oh umm..." She says looking at Halo and Halo nods, "What do you want?" My mom says coldly and I look at her with shock. I didn't think she would've Done that, she never used to do that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to do the tree with me?" I smile at her and she shakes her head and leans back, "Ask Kingston to do it." She says and I look at my feet, wringing my hands.

"He's not been here the last few days because of some family stuff." I say, she quickly retort back angrily a "Text him." Making me sigh.

"I don't have a phone." I say and she sighs before getting up and looking at me, giving me a sarcastic smile, and closing the door in front of my face. My nose grazing the wood in front of me.

I hear on the other side of the door Halo's giggles, "I knew you could do it." I faintly hear from the other side of the door, I shake my head. My mom is probably in a bad mood.

She used to get in those, everybody does.

I walk back downstairs, putting on a tree ornament one at a time onto the tree. I do it until it's white lights are surrounded by red, white, and green ornaments: an angel sits at the top which I look up at.

If there is a god, whatever plan he has for me is awfully weird.

I sit back down, crossing my legs in front of me and looking outside, the snow calling me. But I don't know if I'll answer.

I'm probably just paranoid.

Or my mom hates me because who doesn't?

Kingston doesn't.

We agreed a couple days ago he's using us it's the same thing.

I chuckle at my brain for saying 'we' even though there's only me. Nonetheless the loneliness hasn't subsided, my mom barely hangs out with me.

Though Kingston does, but like 'we' agreed he's probably just using me.

I stare out the window. The snow is white, refreshing everyday from the snow falling overnight filling the holes I created in the sheet of ice.

I grab Kingston's hoodie he left for me, wrapping it around my body and getting up from the couch. I stumble out of the house, sitting at the porch and looking off at the things happening on Hawk street.

Kids and parents playing in snow, an abandoned bike sitting in an abandoned houses driveway. But I will say, Winters here aren't very pretty other than the pure white snow that eventually turns muddy. Springs are beautiful. Always are.

The seasonal cherry blossoms are the only thing that lights up downtown denmore, or at lest the west side.

I think about everything, sitting out in the cold and watching as time passes, clouds moving, children happy.

Everything in my life changed in a day, it shows how much something can change. It can all change, every. Single. Bit.

Even the ones you think couldn't leave.
Wow.

Suddenly the door behind me squeaks open, my moms figure standing emotionlessly in front of me as she beckons me inside.

I get up and quickly walk in, or as quick as possible. I sit on the couch next to a smiling Halo and my mom who has no emotion in her face.

"Hun?" She asks and I nod, she swallows and looks at me directly before looking at Halo who nods. Halo sits back with the smallest smile noticeable on her lips.

"Yes?" I ask, using my words like River said. She sighs, "So me and Halo have been talking," she puts her hand on Halo's thigh, "We think that your making my depression worse." She says and I raise my eyebrows and sit back in my seat.

"What?" I ask sadly, "but you came back to me?" I ask and she regretfully nods. "Yes because I didn't expect this to happen, you just remind me to much of your dad."

"..what?.." I ask and she nods, "Use your words." I demand and she looks at me with hurt. "Yes." She says resentfully and I slouch, looking at my wringing hands. "But I'm not like dad.." I say softly, more to myself.

"Dad hurt me! I don't even want to get angry because I don't want to hurt you." I say, she give me a sad smile and shrugs.

"Halo thinks it's better for me to stay away from you, we'll get you adopted it'll be okay." She says and I shake my head. "You're supposed to be my mom.. you're supposed to want me.." I say quietly, thinking about every move I made:

How I made my moms depression worse, was it just because I was here. I could try not to, be here as much if she not ready to see me.

As if she can read my mind she sighs, "It's not your fault I guess." She says and I look up at her as she stands. "But me and Halo are moving out. We don't find happiness in this home anymore, so we'll take everything back. Even Brookes stuff so go through it if you want it." She says as she and Halo go up to their room.

They left me.

They had only known me for about two weeks and they already hated me. Just like everyone else. I rush up he stairs, not grabbing the crutches, not minding the pain as I storm into Brooke's room.

I looks around, admiring the room she had decorated. It was beautiful, white walls and pink and blue accents. Beautiful gold trinkets lie around the room.

But I want one thing, her favorite teddy bear, she was eighteen, but we loved teddy bears. They were comforting if nobody was around, sometimes I used to sneak one from her room at nights.

I grab it, holding it in my arms as I hear a door closing. I rush down, as if I didn't feel pain. None of the furniture was gone thank god.

I look at a note left on the coffee table, reading,

"Dearest Summer,

We will be fully moved out by January first. Don't worry though, you can go to the social services to be adopted. I'm so sorry to do this again, but I feel it's better for me and you right now to not speak. Halo agrees.

Best regards,
Mom"

And that's the last thing she left me, twice. The other one having been such a long time ago. I rush to the window, the blue car out of sight.

I flip in the couch, curling up into a ball with tears filing my eyes.

Well, just another proven point, it was so much different yesterday.

To be adopted....

A/N: I feel so bad writing this chapter but it had to happen so that my story could continue :(... thank you for reading this far you're (if my plans go accordingly) about a third of the way into the book.

Thank you!!!<3