Rian, of course, sided with fucking Jack. I guess Jack sugar coated it to make him look like the good guy while I looked like the devil. I was alone in this; I had to face it. I wasn't going to be helped by anyone but myself, and that is what hurt the most. Instead of remaining at Rian's, I finally went over to my parents'. They were still going through the divorce, but they remained in the same house until it was finalized. I was kinda glad about that; I didn't want to only have one parent to comfort me. I wanted both. I walked up to the door and knocked gently. I heard the clicking of heels walk over to the door, and not even seconds later, my mama was in front of me. She looked at me perplexed. "Alex, what are you doing here?" She then looked down at my bags, and her eyes widened. "Alex..."

"Please, mama," I pleaded, "let me in. I have no where else to go." She nodded quickly, allowing me to walk through. She asked the million dollar question.

"Where's Miracle?" I turned to her with puffy, red eyes.

"H-He has her, and I get visitation." It crushed me so much; I literally had the girl I carried inside of me snatched away like a toy. Mama reached me into her arms and held me tight.

"I'm so sorry, Alexander. I am so sorry."

"I want her back, mama." I wept. "I want her back. I want them both back so much..."

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* one month timelapse *

I ended up going to Rutgers University in Camden, New Jersey. It was a great school, and mama and papa were so proud of me for getting accepted. I got into the writing degree for writing fictional pieces. I enjoyed writing stories, so I thought it would be something to study. And, thankfully, they had their own lacrosse team. I got to join it, and I was on the field again in a few days. Classes didn't start until a week or two, so I had time to get my dorm all set up. I walked into my dorm to see I had no roommate yet -- yes.

I got my dorm to the way I wanted it to look. I had all my pictures on my stands, all my clothes put away, and my bed set up. As I was putting pictures out, I put out a picture of Miracle's ultrasound along with pictures of Jack, Miracle, and myself. It reminded me as to when I could see Miracle for visitation. I sat on the bed, dialing Jack's number. Straight to voicemail -- figures. I left a message: "Hey, it's me, Alex. I wanted to know when I could see Miracle. Just, um, let me know. Bye."

Notes

short chapter

xoxo krys