"Well, I don't love you, I never loved you, Tessa." "You don't mean that., I said, it came out as a whisper. "I fucking meant it, sign the papers and fucking leave my house." He gritted out. The glare he gave me scared me a lot, with a shaky hand and took the pen, hoping he would stop me from actually signing the paper. My hand moved on the paper, creating my signature. That was it? We were no longer together? I can't stay here anymore, no. I can't, I rushed upstairs to the room I was sharing with him, packing my stuff together. More tears flew down my eyes, and soon I was done packing, I went out of the room, and I noticed a smirking Sara behind a door. I still can't believe she had done this. I looked away from her and walked out. What was I going to do? I have no family, yes my parents are alive, but the last time I saw them was when I was 6-10 years old. My dad was an abusive man, he abused my mother and me, after some time he left and we never heard from him again, though
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