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But it was ruined, just like everything that came with us. Wrong timing, it what we were made for, he was just about to say life changing words.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He stared in disbelief at Dallas and I. But his question wasn't made for Dallas, it was made for me. His tone was just as he spoke to me that night earlier, I wished I didn't have to experience this in front of Dallas.

He pulled my shirt back inside the window, and I moved with him climbing up the roof and in the window, jumping into the house. His eyes were furious, filled with disappointment, it was me who dissatisfied and disappointed him.

"Don't you dare see him again", his finger was brought to my face, as if he was scolding me. I had a foster mom that would do the same thing she ended up getting arrested for smashing her kids into a vase. I remembered that as if it was fresh on my mind. He brought his finger back into my face, and his voice was so close to where I could feel his breath, no