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confused her and she never felt they made a good couple. She had wanted them to be, but there was something missing, a feeling that she desired but he never filled. She didn’t want to break up with Tyler, but she couldn’t understand why he lied and cheated on her. In her mind she tried desperately to figure out a way to make the situation okay. She wished he had never cheated on her. She wished that he never admitted it. She wished she never knew.
    She took her song book and guitar and went upstairs to her bedroom. She lay restlessly on her bed, listening as the rain hit the window pane, making a soft, almost sad, rhythmic sound. She rolled over countless times while thoughts of Tyler’s affairs ran rapidly through her tired mind. Frustrated, she rolled out of bed, and went over to her window. She stared at the moon and softly whispered as she reminded herself, “There’s more to life than this small town and these small people.”
    She opened her song book and finished the song she had started earlier that night. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. She cried herself to sleep.
     
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    The next morning Presley woke up and instantly her thoughts went to the night before. Thoughts of despair raced through her weary head. How could I be so stupid? There were so many red flags and I should have seen through him. He was always so secretive about where he was and what he was doing. His cell phone never left his side and he was constantly texting and checking his messages. Anytime I’d ask him who he was talking to he’d ignore me. And I foolishly allowed myself to fall in love with him. I have to get my mind off of this. I need to clear my head.
    Presley got up out of bed, still dressed in the same clothes she wore the night before. Although she could have stayed in bed all day feeling sorry for herself, she decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of juice. She heard the front door open. She peeked around the corner, and saw her mother, Lisa, stumbling toward her. She grabbed Presley’s juice from her hand.
    “I’m going to bed,” Lisa slurred. She gulped down the juice, and handed the emptied glass back to Presley.
    “Yeah, Mom, you really ought to go to bed since it is nine in the morning and I haven’t seen you in two days,” Presley rolled her eyes.
    “Don’t you get smart with me,” her mother garbled. As Lisa went to her room she tripped up the stairs and landed on her side. Presley quickly helped her mother to her feet as she had so many times before. She guided her mother up to her room, and pulled down the sheets to her mother’s bed. She closed the drapes, and gave her mom two aspirin and glass of water from the bathroom. Lisa was a horrible alcoholic. She was clean for six months about two years earlier, but a fight with a boyfriend caused her to fall off the wagon and return to the bottle.
    “Do you need anything else?” Presley asked. Lisa didn’t respond, already passed out and drooling on her dirty pillow. Presley sat on the edge of her mother’s bed and watched her for a few minutes.
    Presley whispered, “I wish you were a wonderful mom. I wish that you weren’t so selfish and I wish you weren’t a drunk," she said feeling alone. She gently rose off of the bed and walked into her bedroom and picked up her guitar. She went downstairs, opened the front door, and looked around.
    The ground was soggy from the rain the night before, which made her think about the barn and the story of Paulette. She decided to take a walk. With her guitar slung around her neck and her song book in the back pocket of her jeans, she took off down the gravel road.
    As she passed the old grain bin and windmill, a crow cackled loudly in a nearby tree, startling her. She glanced up as she momentarily recalled her strange dreams. Her thoughts returned to Tyler, and she wondered if he’d try to call her. She checked to make sure her phone was on. She knew their relationship had to be over now, even