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A Knock the Window
Bang, bang, bang!!! “Open up Chase.” I was banging on his window like an idiot until he finally came.
“What do you want,” he asked though the glass. He asked this every time I came knocking, he should already know what’s wrong.
“Just open the freakin window!” I shouted I was already frustrated.
“Is it your mom again?” he asked. I nodded. He shook his head and opened the window as if that simple nod explained everything.
“Thanks.” This was the first time I had ever sneaked into his house. All the other times I would go through the front door. But this time it was different, I was crying and I didn’t want anyone else to know how sad I was but him.
“Were your sister and mom fighting again?” he asked. I shook my head. “Then what happened” he asked concern in his voice. And I told him.
I told him how my mother called me nothing, a piece of dirt. How for the umpteenth time she called my nothing. How she told me I was no better than the dirt she walked on. I told him how I was tired of living. How shouldn’t be allowed to exist. How I thought I was a failure and couldn’t do anything right. While I said all this he sat there patiently waiting for me to finish. When I was finally done he got up and walked over to me.
“Allyson,” he said.
“Yeah,” I answered, with my face in my hands.
“You are worth so much” I didn’t answer. “You are not a failure, if it wasn’t for you God knows where I would be.” I still didn’t answer. You have to exist if not for you than for me I need you here you know that.” I did know that. I knew that if I was gone Chase would not have someone to love and care for him and vice versa. “And Allyson,” he said gently. He got down on his knees and lifted my face so I could see him.
“You are beautiful.” And he kissed me.
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thanks for the feedback i noticed my mistakes but when i did it was already to late
The story is good, but if you don't mind, I noticed a few grammatical errors.
"What do you want," and "Then what happened" should have a question mark.
"How shouldn't be allowed to exist." Is missing the I.
Just a thought. It looks much more profesional that way.
this is my first article
