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“He has a temper that one,” Carly began. “But he is your father and he will not abandon you. Has he done it before?”


“He’s emotionally abused her,” Tom cut in angrily.


“Yes, well,” She let out a sigh. “We are not Bennetts, or Grays or Van Winkles. Our family was never one to be supportive of each other. Not openly at least. Gino has always been like this. Even to me, and I as his lover at one point. I wasn’t a good example for Faye, was I?” She mused aloud. “She saw the relationship I had with her father and must have assumed that it was normal to have someone berate her.”


“I always knew that dad was like this,” Faye answered, honestly. “I thought it came with the fame. But after talking to Tom, apparently the Bennetts are not like this. So, I say we end this and…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I don’t want to get rid of dad. He’s my dad.”


“It’s something that we have to work out,” Carly said. “And if we can’t, then for our sanity and emotional wellbeing we have to leave. But first, Brian is right. We have to end this charade once and for all.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.