It would suck to find out that her blue eyes were contacts. I wouldn’t call her beautiful, since most of the attractive things about her are fake-box-dyed blonde hair, false nails, and a rigid smile. She’s a pretty girl-tall and lean, the way I like them. She ended the conversation and smiled as soon as she saw me. I spotted her sitting on her front porch gossiping on her cell phone. I was in need of a good dose of stress relief. Bank robbers always get caught, but maybe I could hide the money somewhere for dad and Jenny to find, like in one of those awesome action movies.Īfter driving around aimlessly for an hour, I ended up in front of Renee’s house. “Shit!” I said as I pounded my hand on the steering wheel.Įight thousand dollars! Where in the hell was I going to find that kind of money so fast? I could always rob a bank. She’s the only reason I still work at dad’s shop-the reason I’d do almost anything to get this money and save our home. I’ve never even had a serious girlfriend. I would never put myself in the position to get hurt like my dad did.

The fear of feeling the way I felt the day she left is unbearable. She’s the reason I refused to bind myself to anyone. Though I’d never talk about it, deep down she’s the reason I have trust issues.

I haven’t been the same since she left and I’ve always blamed her for my fear of attachment. I wouldn’t hate her as much for leaving if it wasn’t by choice. She gave up on us, and you never get over the pain of losing a mother. I couldn’t hear her response, but apparently we didn’t matter too much. At one point during the conversation he asked, “What about the kids? You just gonna walk out on the kids?”

On the Plus Side by Tabatha Vargo