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A Broken Woman

Writer: Sammi MarieSammi Marie

“Hi” he whispered

“Hi” she mumbled. It had been years since their last contact and everyone knew it didn’t end well. “Thank you for coming”

“Of course,” he said “I'm sorry about you dad”

“No, you’re not.” She smiled slightly. “ you two never did get on.”

“That’s true,” He said with a slight chuckle. “But I am sorry he’s gone.”

“How’s your mom?” She asked, trying her hardest not to let her feelings out.

“She’s good.” He nodded

“Good,” she said, glancing down at her hands.

“I’ve missed you.” He said looking at the top of her head.

“No.” She said as her rage-filled eyes met his.

“I never meant for any of that to happen.” He tried to reason. Wanting to reach out and hold her. Apologize for every wrongdoing in their past.

Stepping back she glared at him for a strong moment.

“He never got to meet her. All because you couldn’t be bothered to listen to me.” She said with tears in her eyes.

“It’s not my fault she left. She made her own choices.” He replied with a touch of hatred in his voice.

“She left because you outed me to my father! Because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut! She left because of you! She left me! And now he’s gone! And now I’m stuck with you forever!” She cried wanting to hit him. “I joined the army. I went overseas to make him happy. The last thing he ever said to me was to marry a man or don’t marry at all! And now he’s gone and I didn’t even get to say goodbye! All because of you!”

“She is my sister! I didn’t want her getting hurt because you were too stupid to admit that you loved her!” He shouted before storming out of the church.


 
 
 

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