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audrey micheals

saturday september 15th;

I had been on and off with Evan for a while. We'd have s-ex, then I'd leave, then we'd argue because of my age and my restrictions, and then we'd makeup and have s-ex again. But I couldn't keep doing it. Managing my schoolwork, taking care of Lily while my sisters were out, and on top of that, my mother had been trying to get in contact with me again.

I called Evan that night and told him I couldn't keep up, and he understood (thankfully). That lifted one thing off my shoulder. Next, it was time to take care of my mom. 

I dialed her number. "Mom?" 

"Audrey? Is that you? I'm so glad to hear your voice!" 

"What do you want?" I snapped regretfully.

"I'm so sorry Audrey, I really am. Please come back home. I miss you so much." she started crying on the other line of the phone. 

"Alright. Maybe we can grab lunch and see how everything goes." I compromised. 

"Thank you so much Audrey. You don't know how much I need you in my life!" 


I met my mom at cafe bistro for lunch. I arrived a few minutes late, but she was already awaiting eagerly at the table. 

"I'm so glad to see you!" she ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me, kissing the top of my head. 

She showed me to my seat and sat down in across. 

"Audrey, honey, I love you so much. And I have been a terrible mother and I am so sorry for that. I really wish I could take back everything I ever said to you." 

She waited for my answer. Everything was quiet, almost as if the whole restaurant was awaiting my reply. I sighed heavily.

"I- I'm sorry, but I can't move back in with you." I stood up from the table. "I have to go." I ran out of the cafe and headed back to my sister's place. 

When I got home, the two were sitting on the couch. "We've been waiting for you Audrey." they said together. "We have news. I got The job in Paris and we're leaving this week!" Rachel announced. 

I guess they were expecting a better reaction from me, because they looked at me in shock when I said "you're leaving me?"

"I'm sorry Audrey! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! We can figure something out for you." Mackenzie comforted me.

I walked over to my room and packed my things. I left their house at 7:30 while saying bye to Rachel, Mackenzie and Lily. I took a taxi and ended up where I started. 

I rang the bell and waited. The buzzer let out a beep as I called out, "Mom?". The buzzer beeped once more and the door unlocked. 


sunday september 16;

I woke up, and for once, my neck was not twisted from the cheap couch pillows at my sisters’ house. The fresh aroma of the upper east side and the sun shining through my white curtains felt like a resort, one that was too good to be true. But for once, everything in my life was real. My mom loved me and that was all that mattered. 

I walked out into the living room and sat on the couch. I was flipping through one of the Vogue magazines sitting on the coffee table, wearing my slim yoga pants and a lululemon pullover. Mark walked into the room and sat down beside me, turning the tv on. 

I looked up at the tv and saw an early morning news segment. 

“Live in New York, last night at 11:38 pm, Richard Brooks was arrested for suspected fraud.” 

I turned to Mark, but he didn’t look upset. He looked disappointed, almost as if he knew it was going to happen eventually.

“Are you ok?” I asked him, stroking his shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal.” He shrugged his shoulders. “He’ll get bail posted within the hour and then no one will go after him again.” 

“Fraud is kinda a big deal. You think they’ll just forget about it that easily?” 

“Whatever.” He stood up and walked over to the kitchen.

I followed him, suddenly hungry, and continued questioning him. “What do you think is going to happen to him?”

“Look, I really don’t give a sh-t about him. Just leave it alone.” He snapped, then walked over to the dining room. 

Confused, I walked over past my mother’s bedroom and heard soft cries. 

“Mom? Are you ok?” I asked through the door.

I heard her wipe away her tears and sniffle. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” She said, pacing around the room. 

I could tell she was miserable. Maybe life wasn’t so sweet after all.

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