I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart. I looked at the picture on my desk from prom and I got angry. Picking it up I dumped it in the trash then called Mom. In times like these, not matter how grown you are, you need your mommy. She said she'd be right over. I also called Shasha, but she was at work so I had to leave a message. Mom arrived around thirty minutes later and instantly pulled me into a hug.
Ansley: Honey, I know it hurts like heck now, but it'll get better. I promise.
Kerri: **sniffle sniffle** he didn't even seem sorry. He looked relieved I caught him.
It was true, I'd replayed that moment over and over and that was the conclusion I'd come too. He'd been pulling away, and acting strange. He was relieved to be done with me, now he was free to be with his vampire chick and not worry any longer about the measly human. I cried harder and mom just held me, stroking my hair. She wasn't always the most conventional mom, but she loved me and it showed when I needed her now. Afterwards, in true Mom fashion, she took me out for a little retail therapy. I got some new paints and brushes. Later that evening Shasha called me back, she was angry and promised to be on the next plane to Bridgeport.
I woke up feeling queasy the next day, but didn't think anything of it because Mom had insisted we try the new sushi place. Raw fish is not my favorite. When I woke up again the next day still feeling queasy, I started to get worried. I ate some toast to settle my stomach. That was a bad idea.
