When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When y...
Because this book has been up a week since Saturday and it's at 1k, another update even though I wasn't supposed to update today.
Marsaé in the MM💖. -
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Silence. Nothing was heard at this dinner table other than forks scraping the plates creating that horrid sound. I glanced at everyone's faces. Khloe seemed to be mad yet she had a devious smirk on her face. Marsaé looked nervous. Maybe because she was afraid that Khloe would say something about me cutting again. My Mom appeared happier than ever because she had all three of her kids at her dinner table for the first time in a year. And myself? I don't know what to say for me. All types of emotions ran through me.
Khloe huffed, putting her fork down and looking at Momma. I knew this was coming.
"Chris has been cutting again. Momma I told you he was lying when he made that promise to stop." Khloe ranted breaking the comfortable silence. My Mom turned to face me.
"Is this true Christopher?" Mom asked me.
"Uh.." I start to think fast. What do I do!? I can't tell my Mom the truth and I definitely can't lie to her.
"Khloe why would you bring that up? Do you not care about his feelings? The things you say to him are rude and very uncalled for. You have to consider how he feels. Especially with what he has to deal with. "Mar-Mar defended me. I watched her and Khloe go back and forth for a while.
"I don't give a damn about his feelings! He's a grown ass man and is treated exactly like a damn child. "Khloe turned to face me. "Grow the fuck up. Everyone else has to. "
"Khloe, watch what you say. "My mom warned. Like that'll help. It doesn't matter what anyone says to me. Someone could be telling me to have a good day and I'll still be sad as fuck. Maybe because I'm mentally fucked anyway.
"No, Momma. Chris needs to hear this."
"I don't need to hear shit from you, Khloe. Learn to shut your mouth sometimes. "The bass in my voice got higher as I raise my voice slightly. Khloe didn't take a liking of what I said.
"Oh so now you stand up for yourself? It's about time, I thought you couldn't." She chuckled. I glared. If looks could, Khloe would be one dead motherfucker. Marsaé was about to say something, but I stopped her.
"Mar-Mar stop, please. Your stress right now is not good for you and that baby. I can handle my own. "I say while still glaring at Khloe. She wore one of her own.
"Baby? Marsaé Karlee when were you going to tell me you were pregnant?" Mom gasped. She placed a hand on her chest over her heart. Poor Mom, probably can't handle all of this at once.
