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Please Don't Go
By Cara Lynne Christ foREVer

 




``I love you, Mom.
Thanks so much!'' I hugged her
the best I could buckled into the seat in her car.

``It's your birthday, of course I'm going to
want to get you something. Remember, there is a surprise on the counter, but get some sleep first.''
She told me, kissing my cheek as she pulled into our driveway at home. I hugged her again and
grabbed the bass guitar from the backseat. I ran my hand over it, sighing out.

``It's perfect.'' I
muttered.
``Good. I knew you'd love it, even though it
was hell to find someone besides Lawrence to understand the request.'' She grumbled as she threw the
car into park. I grinned, snatching my purse and other guitar bag. ``Alright.
I'll be working late
tonight. Just
warning you.'' She told me.

``Yes, ma `am.'' I told her, kissing her cheek
then getting out. I ran to the front door and unlocked it. I went to shut the door, but heard a
crash instead. I spun around, my eyes wide as it
fell upon the mangled mess our car
was. Someone had apparently come down the street at high speeds as my mom backed out. Slammed right
into her driver's side.
``Mom!'' I screamed. I dropped my bags and the
bass. I ran at the car as the one who had hit turned and drove away, fast. I scrambled to throw open
the driver's door. I could barely see the top of my mom's head. I looked down, seeing my hands
bleeding and that the door wouldn't open. I tried the back door and it opened after a bit of
tugging. I threw myself in, going for her throat. No pulse.
``No! No! No!'' I screamed, grappling at my
mother. ``Leta!'' My neighbor's voice made me tighten my grip on
my mom's shirt. I felt arms around my waist and someone pulled at me. I screamed,
fighting.
``Leta! Come on!'' he yelled at me, holding me
away from the car. My neighbor was Mark Lyle. He also was my German tutor. Worse of all he was my
mom's boyfriend.
``Leta, calm down.'' He begged me as sirens
filled the air.
``Is she okay?'' a police officer yelled as
they came towards us. ``She's fine. It's her mother. Let me get her inside.'' He begged the officer.
Worse, he was telling me yesterday that he was planning on purposing to my mom tomorrow. And that he
knew my surprise and that he couldn't wait for me to see. I went limp, not wanting to think at the
moment.
``Alright. Get her inside. I'll have a
paramedic come and check on her in there.'' The officer said, her eyebrows coming together. ``Thank
you.'' Mark said, lifting me carefully in his arms and walking towards my house. He ducked to grab
my bags and new bass. When he got inside he lowered me on the couch. ``I'm sorry, Leta…'' he
told me and I closed my eyes. This was horrible.
        
``Mommy!'' I screamed as I woke up, this had to be a bad dream. ``Leta!'' Mark's voice made me
looking down to the floor. Tears sprang to my eyes. I started crying, holding my sides with all my
might.
``Shh. Shh. Leta, calm down please. I know.''
He sighed out, sitting next to me. I just cried, barely able to catch my breath again. ``Leta.
Shush, baby girl.'' He told me. My chest hurt and my hands. I glanced at my hands to see them both
wrapped tight and snug. I stared, reminding myself that the pain was
real. She was dead.
``Leta. Listen to me. Please?'' Mark asked me.
I looked at him. ``You are such a smart girl. Way above what I've ever seen a ten year old reach. So
small in shape though… I know it's tough, but you have to be strong. You've been
out on medicine for about a week or so now. Her funeral is in about six hours and your father will
be here in about two hours. That was your surprise. Your mom was going to introduce you to your dad.
I know it'll be hard now, but you are going to have to go with him.'' He told me softly.

``What?'' I squeaked out, my voice barely
projecting. ``I know, I know. I fought to get custody, but they said living relative and it was in
your mom's will. You go to your dad. You'll be able to visit. I promise.'' He told me, trying to
calm me as sobs rocked my body again.
A knock sounded on the
door.

I know it's short! ARGH! First time trying this on
here, so yeah... Hai!


 

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