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understand what trusting in you takes for me—from me.”
    I didn’t have time to reply before the line went dead.

     
    I’ve had a fight with my parent’s.
    I know that fighting with the parent’s is a normal occurrence in the world of teenage girls. But fighting with my parent’s; that’s not normal.
    As a matter of fact, I don’t remember the last time I fought with my parent’s. I don’t remember the last time I screamed into anything apart from my pillow, much less Dad’s face.
    I finally admitted to myself that I didn’t want to attend University. I tore up my application and tossed it into the trash before marching, (probably the wrong thing to do) into Dad’s office.
    I hadn’t been trying to display an indignant attitude, as he accused; but rather, I’d been trying to clutch at the fleeting courage I’d had with numbing fingertips.
    I’d announced blatantly that I had no desire to attend University. And then I must have been on one hell of a roll with that admission because my mouth just kept on running. I voiced my lack of passion for law and admitted my love of writing. Yeah, writing, (I know—the career for the starved). I said, and probably shouldn’t have, that I was through allowing my parent’s to mold me into someone I didn’t want to be. Someone I hated.
    I hate myself.
    I knew with every word that pushed from between my lips that I was killing him. But the volcano had erupted and once the lava spilled, what was burned simply couldn’t be healed. I knew without doubt that the words I’d said would stain the relationship I had with my parent’s for a long while to come, but words once said have no recall. This is something I will have to live with.
    And I could live with it.
    I could because I had to.
    “If the idea of living a life of law is so torturous a thought, then you can find yourself somewhere else to live, Madison. But you will not remain in this house, under my roof, and loathe the person your Mother and I raised you to be. You will not threaten the health of your future with this rubbish of abolishing the importance of University!”
    Dad’s words echoed in my mind as I half walked half jogged, through the house to my newfound residence of the pool house. That was if I wasn’t being evicted.
    I could hear Mom screaming at Dad for his words of unrelenting opinion. I knew I’d really stirred the pot. I didn’t fight with my parent’s, but my parent’s also didn’t fight with each other.
    However, the guilt I felt brewing deep in my heart was only a whisper to the raging hurt and anger I felt soaring through my bloodstream.
    I had to get out of this house. I had to do something with myself. And the only thing I could think of doing, that I actually wanted to do, was see the intense creature with the deep blue eyes and inked skin.
    Diving onto my bed, I tugged my journal from beneath my pillow. Dialing his phone number, I placed my iPhone to my ear and waited. At the beautiful sound of his deep and challenging voice, my breath caught. I swear, for a moment, reality slipped away to this world of fanatical bliss, as I lost myself in the memory of his eyes, and his voice, and just— him. There was something about him. Something that challenged me to breathe.
    Now, as I drove to the coffee shop I’d frequented almost daily for two and a half years, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could be running to a more predictable place for my parent’s to find me. I absolutely loved the caramel macchiato’s the café served and I had one almost every day.
    I was a creature of routine; appreciating of habit. The coffee house simply fit into my routine. But since meeting the blue-eyed creature, I’d been avoiding my place of great coffee. I had been avoiding the very man I was now running to. How ironic that the one who sparked upheaval in my perfect existence be the one I run to for some sense of security. I mean, he promised me he could teach me to live. Hell, I didn’t even