I'm the girl
who had to many chances
For the past month of Emily has done nothing, but spiral down.
Most of her day was spent in bed crying.
Crying about Patrick.
Crying about Kiley.
Kiley has been in the care of her parents and Pete since the incident.
As much as Emily wanted to be strong for her daughter, she couldn't.
She was a horrible mother.
First she kept her daughter away from the father and the man she loved and now she can't even take care of her.
She felt ashamed of what she did.
She felt ashamed of who she was.
Are we going up
or just going down
Patrick walked up the steps of Pete house.
Earlier that day Pete called him and told him to come over.
His hand connected with the door knob and pushed it open.
"Pete?"
He herd a faint "up stairs" and walked up the steps. He turned left and walked into Pete's room.
He and his girlfriend, were sitting on the floor dressing Kiley.
"Baby Clandestine?"
"Yeah," Pete grinned. "It came in last night."
Kiley had a white onesy with a pink bartskull on the front, a pair of pink pants with a black bartskull on them and a pink jacket with a bartskull on it.
You would be an idiot not to think she didn't looked adorable.
"So, what's up?"
"I thought maybe you wanted to take Kiley for the day," Pete said, slipping a pair of vans on Kiley. "Isn't she the cutest thing ever?" He smiled, kissing her cheek. "So, what do you think?"
"I-I don't know."
"You'll be fine."
Pete handed Patrick Kiley and her baby bag.
"Take my car, her car seat is already in it."
He handed Patrick the keys and Patrick left the house.
He put Kiley in her car seat, and then got into the drivers seat. He adjusted the mirror so he could she Kiley and the started the engine.
"You wanna go see Mommy?"
i can't forget your style
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