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A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea
Twelve
Her parents couldn’t stand to look at me. They hated me. In their eyes I had ruined their daughter.
“I think there really is only one solution,” her mother sighed as she looked at Myla, disappointment written all over her face.
“Adoption,” she finished and looked at her husband, who agreed with a single nod.
Then her mother turned to look at me, “we’ll take care of everything Peter, you should go home, you don’t want to worry your parents.” I could hear the hatred in her voice, I could see the hate in her stare.
I nodded and turned to look at Myla but she was staring at the floor.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but what was the point anyways?
“I think there really is only one solution,” her mother sighed as she looked at Myla, disappointment written all over her face.
“Adoption,” she finished and looked at her husband, who agreed with a single nod.
Then her mother turned to look at me, “we’ll take care of everything Peter, you should go home, you don’t want to worry your parents.” I could hear the hatred in her voice, I could see the hate in her stare.
I nodded and turned to look at Myla but she was staring at the floor.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but what was the point anyways?