Penelope's POV:

It's been 2 hours, where the hell is he?!

I shrilled in my mind, feeling my brain rapidly tick-tocking as I bolt through the door to my room. I slam the door close and threw the towel to the carpet, letting my damp blonde hair dry in fresh air.

I amble my way to the vanity desk while keeping my eyes glued on my phone before sitting down on my chair next to my desk, crossing my legs and unleashing the dread within my body.

My mind is a wrecked, heart is pounding, criss-cross legs are trembling, lips are quivering, teeth gnawing my thumbnail, brows furrowed with my eyes fixed on screen while clenching my phone.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up...! I'm going to die if you're not with me...!!!" I pleaded, desperately hoping for my Prince Charming to answer my texts. I asked him about what outfit I should wear for tonight, but he's not responding for some reason. Omg, did I do something wrong? Was I not wearing enough makeup?  What if Min Hee and the others are right? Was my boobs and ass not appealing for him to stay with me?

I scrunch my brows even further and chomp my thumbnail harshly while inner thoughts from last night kept swirling in my head.

No, no, no! He's not leaving me! We had a connection together last night! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE, pick the fuck up damnit!!

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I gasp as a ding from my phone. Excitement bubbled in my chest where I felt my heart leaped in joy as all the fearful thoughts I had vanish in my mind.

Desperate to see him, I clocked on my messages with a euphoric grin, but quickly fades away. My eyes widened and my entire face went pale.

"What..."

Today 7:17 am

Quit bombarding me with corny ass texts, dumbass.
You're nothing, but a temporary.
Bye.

A sharp pang in my heart, clouds spiraling into a tornado of darkness with venomous voices roaring "You're unlovable." and "You're pathetic." over and over until I tumble over to the floor. I heaved in and out rapidly as I clench my teeth. Feeling my eyes starting to water, I cover my eyes with my arms while my lips quiver. A roar unleashed from my throat; flailing my legs in midair. Tears streaming down my cheeks with memories triggering back to my dad.

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"You won't leave us like the Big Rabbit leaving the Little Rabbit from the book right?" Little me asked, gripping the book called "You Weren't With Me", against my chest.

"Of course not princess, I still love you." My dad reassured wrapping his arm around my waist.

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While thinking about my dad's words, I bawled with tears streaming down all the way to the floor.

"Whyyyyyyyy?!" I bawled while bellowing in the room; not caring if my throat became sore. I sniffed my nose and wipe the snot and tears off with my arm until I widen my eyes when I heard a knock from my door.

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"Pen! You okay in there?" She shouted through the door. I scoffed at the voice of my sister before lifting my back and grab the towel next to me.

"I'm fine, Leah! Will you just get out and let me change already?!" I hissed, wrapping the towel around me.

"Fine my ass! You were crying because of that guy you'd slept with last night that you believe he's "the one", didn't you? What makes you think he's gonna stay with you after one night?" She asked bluntly. My eyes snapped as I froze for a minute before furrowing my brows, feeling steam puffing from my ears.

For fuck sakes!!!

I hissed in my head as I stand up and march to the door with my towel wrapped around my waist. I turn the knob and swish the door wide open, revealing an exasperated Leah with her chocolate hair disheveled, wrapped around in a yellow robe. I lean my body close to her and point my finger on her chest.

"You don't know anything Leah! That guy was the most kindest person I ever met last night and he made me feel like I was valued!" I exclaimed jabbing my finger on her chest that made her winced and hunch her shoulders. Leah opens her eyes and her brows furrowed before swatting my hand.

"That's the same thing you'd said whenever you fell in love with every guy you meet before they dumped your ass!" She retorted, pushing her glasses up with a frown. "I mean cmon now! This isn't a fairy tale or Disney we're in!" Leah snapped and folds her arms. I click my tongue at her and glared.

"Oh fuck off!" I sneered and turn away from her, marching back to the my room till I sat my chair next to my vanity desk. I wrinkled my nose, my eyes narrowed with tears pricking from my eyelids, and lips curled upwards on my scarred cheek.

God I hate looking at the mirror like this. Maybe that's why he left me. Ugh, I should've add enough foundation to cover my ugly scarred cheek!

I thought, grimacing at my own mistake. Recoiled by my own scarred cheek like always, I shut my eyes and wipe the tears with my arm. Then I pick up my foundation and rubbing it all over my face, yet my heart still throbs from the boy from last night.

I should go drinking tonight, maybe he'll crawl back or maybe there's another Prince Charming out there somewhere. I'm hoping I'll find love tonight...this time I'll be much more prettier than before so he won't leave me and I'll be complete again.

I reminded, sniffing my nose and I lift my head while shutting my eyes to hold back tears, but...I can't. With tears pooling in my eyelids, the darkness in my mind won't stop berating me over and over again, made my empty heart ached. I furrowed my brows with my lips quivering before grabbing a handful of tissues, dabbing it lightly on my eyelids so I won't look stupid and pathetic in front of Leah.

Leah's POV:

My heart stung at the sight of Pen sobbing with my eyes gleaming in pity. And those plentiful tissues she used to cover her miserable face didn't help that I can see right through her as I watch her throw the tissues in the trash bin before glancing at the mirror and picking up her eyebrow pencil.

I heaved a sigh from my nostrils and shut my eyes, leaning my head to the doorway before reopening my eyes as I observed her pitiful display once more.

"I don't understand why you're putting yourself out there. Prancing around men to men after heartbreak, pleasing your so-called friends by pretending to be someone you're not just to fill that gap in your heart. Don't you find that exhausting?" I asked plainly.

"Love is the most beautiful aspect a person desires..." She gushed while coloring her brows for a bit before placing it down and grabs her mascara. "Without it, we'll die with our hearts remain empty and whether he treats me good or bad doesn't matter. All I want is to find a man who will complete me as a whole." She declared curling her eyelashes with her mascara.

I clicked my tongue with my lips curled upwards, my chestnut eyes ran cold, nose drawn up and wrinkled, recoiling at my sister's revolting words.

"Love is nothing, but poison. It kills your logic and makes your emotions go haywire. I saw it all. It leaves you nothing, but sheer misery and suffering." I spat, narrowing my eyes at her. "And the fact that you subjected yourself to this vile concept baffles me, why the hell would you want to end up like them?" I snapped. Pen scoffed at my words and slammed her mascara on her desk.

"You claimed love is poison? If you ask me, loneliness is the most poisonous of all." She retorted, grabbing her lipstick from her kit. "And I also don't understand why you're so content being alone. It's so boring to the point where it drives you crazy and miserable." She spat, tracing her plump lips with her lipstick as Pen puckers her lips. I frowned at her for a bit before heaving a sigh and glance back at her.

"Look, I'm going to head back to my room to braid my hair." I informed, laying my hand on the knob. "Let me know if you need anything." I remind her as I turn the knob and make myself out of her room. Once I'm out, I turn my back and amble my way back to my room.

Soon memories flashed from when I was four. I was scampering through the garage, searching for a box of chalk that Pen asked me to grab until my eyes paused when I saw dad giggling with a woman that I don't know. I squint at them heedfully.

Who is she?

I thought as I tiptoed through the garage without any noise while blending in the shadows with boxed objects and mom's silver Honda being easy advantages for me to hide from being seen.

"Wow, for a father of two, you sure still maintain some muscle. It's a shame that your wife doesn't see that." She remarked, chortling while caressing his arm.  I felt a knot tied into my chest as I furrowed my brows at them. Something feels off about their conversation and I don't like the way she's rubbing his arm. Soon I heard my dad chuckling as if he didn't mind her touching him that way.

"Well I have to be healthy for the family, ya know." He replied, sending a wink to her. She giggled and bats her eyes, smiling coquettishly as the woman steps way too close to him. She wraps her arms around his until his arm squished her chest.

"Well a healthy yet strapping man should be appreciated more." She cooed, placing a hand on his chin as he strokes it suggestively. My dad smirked and wraps his arm around her waist that made me wide eyed.

"You're too kind...." He murmured, leaning his head closer to the woman's face. "So kind that I can allow such praise from a beautiful woman like you~." He cooed with his lips way too closed to hers.

What are you doing daddy?!

I screamed in my head, staring at him in disbelief until my jaw dropped when I saw him leaning his lips against hers with the woman reciprocating the kiss. My eyes dilated, feeling my heart dropped and shattered by what I just saw.

With tears swelling in my eyes, I hang my head low and avert her eyes away from that disgusting display. Soon I felt a fire igniting inside me with fingernails clawing against the cardboard box. I can't believe it. I know dad isn't perfect, but I never thought he would do something so stupid!

Betrayed and hurt by my dad's infidelity, I quietly backed away and twist my body away. I trudged back upstairs to the house. As soon as I shut the door, I trudged my way till I heard footsteps clomping in the room. I lift my head to see Pen scampering towards me with an impatient look.

"Leah, what's taking you so long-." She paused as the cross look vanished instantly when she noticed my crestfallen expression. Pen narrowed her eyes, slightly frowning as she tilts her head with her lips pursed. 

"Leah?-."

"I'm fine." I cut her off, shuffling past her and sunk my head down. As I trudged through the kitchen with a whiff of marinara boiling in the pot while my mom is stirring it, I heard my sister scurrying behind me.

"Did something happen? What's wro-."

"I said I'm fine, Pen." I snapped.

"What's going on with you guys?" Soon I heard click from the stove as we spun our heads to see mom sauntering us with her arms closed and her brows slightly furrowed.

I avert my gaze from my mom and clench my palms against the hem of my dress. I clammed my mouth shut, refusing to tell her about what I just saw.

"I don't know, she just came out looking sad when I-."

Soon we heard the door creaking and we twist our heads to see our dad closing the door with wide grin on his face...except there was a lipstick mark on his lips. I avert from his repulsive smile that he had. The audacity to come in the house after that shameful display makes my blood boil. But then...

"You..."

We spun our heads until we widened our eyes to see our mom's face darkened, clenching her fists. I dart my eyes at Pen, who stared back at me with the same fearful look as I did.

"Fucking..."

The moment she grabs the nearby metal spoon from the pot, a sense of dread crept within us. With tension rising in the air, we both slowly backed away while hiding behind Pen, who extend her arms out as if to block me from what's to come. Yet I kept backing away until shadows crept all over me.

"BASTARD!!!!!"

She chucks the spoon at dad, striking him in the nose as he crash his head against the door. We both recoiled at the impact where we watched our dad grimacing and rubbing his nose.

"Goddamn, wh-." He widened his eyes the moment he finally noticed our mom's raging scowl.

"Jane-?! Whoa!!" He shrieked as she threw a lid at him in which he dodged with Pen screaming with eyes widened in horror.

"I can't believe you kissed a whore!" My mom bellowed as she grabs the telephone from the counter. "Behind my back!" She roared as my mom hurled it at him, but my dad dodges once again.

"Mommy!!" Pen cried, terrified of our mom's wrath. Our dad then staggers through the kitchen with his hands up with the air with his pupils dilate while his body is shuddering.

"Jane! I-I can explain! Ack!!" He yelped, ducking the candle that was thrown at.

"You lying bastard!" My mom snapped, grabbing the porcelain mug next to her and swinging it at my dad, whom dodged quickly and backing away with his hands still up midair. Then I saw her snatching the glass vase, dumping a bouquet of peonies and white Lillies in the sink. She grips on the vase with flames flickering in her eyes and baring her teeth while breathing heavily.

"Jane, please! Let's talk about-. Gah!" He hissed as a piece of glass from the glass vase that was hurled at him, scarred his cheek.

"Daddy!!!" My older sister shrieked, shaken with tears threatening to drop from her eyelids at their brutal fight. I cower under the dark corners as I watched my dad dodging and staggering towards my mom who kept throwing things and screaming at him until he finally reaches her, closing the distance between them and grabs her wrists.

"Let go of me you piece of shit! You've hurt me again!" My mom howled with tears forming in her eyelids.

"I'm sorry Jane! I really am!!" My dad apologized, but my mom shook her head, shutting her eyes causing tears to flow down from her cheeks.

"No you don't! You don't love me at all!!!" She snapped, thrashing around to pry him off, but my dad tightened his grip on her wrists.

"I do! But I can't if you keep on calling me a failure or scolding at me for every small thing I did every time I got back from work!" He shouted.

"So you go ahead and kiss another woman because I want you to be home on time?!" She snarled.

She shuts her eyes causing tears to flow down from her cheeks before unleashing her agonizing sobs.

"Why?! Why did you do it?!? You'd promise me wouldn't hurt me and be a better father for our kids!!" She wailed, kneeling to the floor with my dad kneeling to her level as my mom sniffs her nose and proceeds bawling her eyes out. The sight alone broke me as I watch her stop sobbing and wiping her tears with her arms. She then covers her puffy eyes with her hands before letting out a sob once more.

"You can't do this to me...we're family..." She reminded, lifting her head to him as her teary chestnut eyes glimmer under the lighting and her lips quiver like she can't hold back from tearing up.

"..Promise me you won't do it again...." My mom pleaded with tears dripping from her cheeks. My dad cupped her cheeks before wrapping his arms around her neck and pull her into a hug.

"I won't...I'll do better properly.." He murmured as he kiss her forehead. "I love you." He confessed.

"I love you too." She replied with their confessions of love echoing in my mind, haunting me back to the present like a damn phantom.

I click my tongue, balling my fists at the memory of that godawful fight with that bullshit promise of theirs I'd witnessed that still made me shudder to the core. Looking back at my sister's frivolous spews on love, I started to pick up the pace through the halls.

"Beautiful aspect my ass." I seethed, stomping my way through the halls with my slippers clomping against the wooden floor. Once I reach my room, I turn the knob and went into my room. As I shut the door, I close my eyes and slowly inhaling air before exhaling out in the same pace; trying to relieve the pent up anger from those horrible memories. I repeat the method twice until I feel my mind clear and felt my heart steadily beating.

I then open my eyes and glance at the small picture frame of me and Pen as kids during Mother's Day at Uncle Ted and Auntie Susie's house.

As I stare at the photo, a sense of nostalgia flow in my mind when we were 10 and 11 years old...

We were lying in the bed of petunias from auntie Susie's garden, enjoying the breeze grazing our skin and staring at the clear skies as clouds floating steadily without a single care. Just like the rest of the kids until Pen once said this...

"Hey, Leah." My sister called me while staring at the skies.

"Yeah?" I replied, also staring at the skies.

"You know in tv shows, books, and movies shows couples falling in love and lived happily ever after?" She asked with her eyes stilled glued to the skies.

"I guess..." Is what I'd answered, darting my eyes from the skies when she asked. And I didn't blame her or anything, it's just...I don't know what to say. I always felt uneasy when the topic of love or romance came up. And whenever it came up, I felt...silent...I froze on the spot, almost like a statue. Yet there's this ill feeling swarming in my chest that I tried to hide. All thanks to our parent's rocky relationship.

I heard my sister giggle stiffly, knowing how awkward it was for her to ask that as I dart back to her.

"Sorry, I know you don't like it when I talk about that. It's just..." Her hazel eyes dart to the right that were filled with hope and woes. "Seeing them together onscreen made me think of mom and dad and Uncle and Auntie." Pen pointed out, lowering her eyes.

"Uncle and Auntie loved each other a lot despite being busy, but mom and dad...don't." She expressed.

"That's true..." Leah agreed, remembering the difference of the relationship between both couples. Pen nod, smiling wistfully before spinning her head back to me. "Do you think they should be together?" She asked curiously. I squinted my eyes at her.

"...Do you?" I asked heedfully. Pen's eyes narrowed while smiling dolefully, leaning her cheek against the grass. "I really want them together...I honestly don't like to imagine dad leaving mom and us. Just like the Big Rabbit and the Little Rabbit from the book...but hehe..who would've thought my worst fears are coming true?..." She murmurs as I watch her lips quiver. "Do you think it's my fault?..." She utters.

"Huh?" I blink and widened my eyes, baffled by what she asked me as I turn my head to my sister, who was puckering her lips while quaking.

"I tried so hard..to get them to love each other from arts and crafts, holiday cards, and hugs, but..." Pen wavered with her eyes watering in her eyelids as she closed her eyes "Nothing seems to work...." She stammers, sniffing her nose before reopening her eyes "...Am I not trying enough?..." She uttered with her lips trembling, tearing up.

Feeling my heart breaking, I reach my arm out and gently grab her hand and squeeze it benignly.

"I don't think they're good together...but I don't think you should be at fault, Pen..." I soothed her, smiling softly at her. "You're a nice person and I'm glad that we're sisters. If I wasn't born, I wouldn't know what a great sister you are to me." I told her with a warm grin. Pen's watery hazel eyes glimmer, blinking twice before clamming her lips as she squeezes my hand.

"Leah...we'll always be together..." She declares with her lips quivering before curling into a weepy smile "..Promise me that ok?" Pen pleads with hope in her eyes while gripping her hand on to mine as if she was scared of me vanishing before her eyes.

But I won't leave her. Never....

Not wanting to feel like she's alone, I tighten my hand on to her and send her a reassuring smile.

"....Promise..." I replied, Pen smiled back, letting out a soft giggle that echoes in the background till the memory transition into that horrible night when I was 12. A memory that is way worse than their toxic marriage and two weeks after that awful incident before. A chain of event that changed everything...

"What do you mean, he's gone?! He has to be somewhere in Greyscale!"

"We're sorry Jane, we tried everything..."

"We'd searched every single spot and asked everyone in this town, but...no nice. I guess we have no choice but to claim it unsolvable."

"No way..."

I remembered how we both take on the news after overhearing our mom, aunt Susie, and uncle Ted's conversation from upstairs. The cold hard truth that our dad was no longer part of our lives...

I fell silent, it stunned me to the core. My whole body went pale. I could hear my mind cracking, my heart shattering into pieces until there's nothing left. Everything was so bleak...I feel like I'm going to faint. As soon as my eyes fell on to her quiet state, my heartstrings tung and eyes start to water.

Just when I was about to reached my hand out to her, Pen stood up and I reluctantly retract my hand. All while gazing down at the carpet with the dead silence was sending me dread. The moment I peered my sister's face, my eyes widened. The way her eyes discolored into darkness, how empty they look...

I open my mouth to say something to her.

"Pen-." Immediately, my words were cut off when she twist her body away from me and trudged to the door without a single word before entering her room. I was left speechless, yet something in me snapped. Looking back at the past years of suffering, I couldn't forget nor forgive the horrible things he has done to us.

With my eyes blazing and gritting my teeth, I unleashed an agonizing roar that I suppressed for hellish years, echoing the halls in the entire house until I faded back to the present. I shut eyes from the photo of us and avert my gaze from it, grimacing at my own mental breakdown 6 years ago.

Yet things have changed now...

I thought before I let out a bitter chuckle with my chestnut eyes flaring thanks to that sorry excuse of a dad.

"I hope you're happy over there...wherever you are, you piece of shit..." I spat before I saunter to the calendar next to my bed. I pick up the pen and my planner from the end table and place the tip of the pen to my lip, humming to myself while gazing at today's schedule for this week.

"Kay, so today is an A day, meaning I got a quiz in U.S. History for first period, check. Then in third period, I got Algebra II to review homework, check. Next is Language Arts, where we continue reading and analyzing F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby aka one of my favorite novels so far, check. Then it's lunch time, check. And lastly, Spanish class, check." I muttered, checking all A day classes. I tap my foot against the carpet as I glance all the way down to my afternoon schedule.

"Then after school, I have to go to the library as a volunteer for two hours before heading home for dinner...check." I murmurs checking the final chore for today's schedule. Then I place my pen and planner on the end table as I stroll to the closet. I rummage clothes to clothes until I came across a maroon sweatshirt. I took it out then continued to rummage twice until I found my mustard yellow skirt. After that, I hang both clothes on the chair.

I then stroll to my dresser to pull out the top drawer where I grab my black bra before closing the top drawer and open the second drawer. I rummaged twice until I found and pull out white knee socks as I close the second drawer and walk back to my chair next to the vanity desk.

I laid my socks on the seat of my chair before untying my robe and drop it on the floor. I slip my bra on around my chest and glance at the large mirror to see my clasps while ignoring the scar on my neck that brings back...one of my haunting memories...

Once I hook the clasps together, I grab my sweatshirt and put it on, pulling my sleeves until my hands pop from them before pull the bottom of my sweatshirt down to my waist. Then I grab my skirt and pull up to my waist, tugging the hem of my sweatshirt underneath my skirt. I buttoned it closed and zip my skirt. I take my socks and sat down on my chair where I drip my leg into the sock as I pull it down until it reaches to my thigh. After that, I did the same thing from my right. After that, I swirl to the mirror and grab my brush where I stroke the chocolate locks of hair from the tips to the top until smooth. I grab two small hair bands from my accessories box and place it in front of me.

Soon, I braid the strand of my hair from the left placidly until the end before I grab my hair band and tie the ends. Then I did the same with the other. I gaze at the vanity mirror for a minute before my lips curl into a content grin.

This should be good.

I thought as I stand up from my chair and stroll back to the closet. I kneel down and rummage through my shoe rack until I found black flats. I pull them out and slip them into the flats with ease. Then I glance back at the mirror, steadily twisting around at my clothes until I form a satisfied smile.

"Ready to go." I muttered as I stroll back to my chair and pick up my backpack. I slung it to my shoulders and trotted my way to the door as I open the door and shut the door on my way out.

Penelope's POV:

As soon as I finished curling my hair, I sighed through my nose. I curved a small grin at the mirror, satisfied with how I looked.

Then I spun my head to see my skates in the trash bin. Soon, a sense of nostalgia wash over me where memories of my 11th birthday steep into my mind.

As I tear off the wrapping paper, I lift up the lid where my eyes widened in awe. I let out a gasp and curled my lips into a gleaming smile the moment I pick up the ice skates I'd always wanted.

"Wow..." I gasped and spun my head, beaming him an ecstatic grin that him smiled back. "Thank you so much, dad!" I chirped, wrapping my arms around his neck with my dad chuckling and hugging me back.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You'll be a great skater." He cooed while embracing me. I hum with a nod.

"And you won't leave me like Big Rabbit like you promise, right?" I remind him.

"Don't worry, I remember. I'll be with you like I promise." He reassured. I smiled widely and snuggled into his neck, letting out a giggle. Soon, I caught Leah staring at us from the stairs before turning away and trotted upstairs.

She must've watched us the whole time. Maybe she didn't believe what dad said just now, but I didn't care and enjoy my peaceful moment with my dad.

I know he's not perfect and is a flirt, but...I love him. He's still my dad regardless of his choices.

To me, he means the world to me. He was everything that I need from a father: bright, caring, attentive, and protective. In his eyes, I'm his pride and joy. His princess. The apple of my eye. In my eyes, he's my rock, my shield, and the one person who was willing to make my dream to become an ice skater....

The heels against ice, gliding through the rink, twirling all the way with my frilly dress flowing in midair like I was a beautiful ice princess before landing back on my feet. I love it all. Especially when dad and Leah were there smiling warmly at me as I waved at them before turning back on skating through the rink.

Yet...I can't deny that there was distance between them. And I know why...

"Really? Again?!" My mom shouted. As soon as we got back from school and dad's workplace, both of them are at it again like always...

"I don't wanna hear this, Jane..." He grumbled, pinching his temple while slouching on the sofa.

"Don't give that shit! I drove all the way to your work with the girls in the back to pick your ass up and this is what I get?!"

"I didn't see you there!"

"Tch." My mom click her tongue, glaring sharply at him. Feeling the tension in the air, I immediately grabbed Leah's wrist and drag her out of the room. I kept strolling through the stairs while ignoring their arguments booming downstairs until we reached to my room.

As soon as we enter my room, I went to the small tv where I knelt to grab some Barbie DVDs from the tv unit shelf and spun to Leah, who is staring at the floor with her shoulders hunched over from the argument going on downstairs. I stand up and saunter over to her where I show her my favorite movies.

"Wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked, sending a sweet smile to her in hopes of calming her down. Leah glance up and nod with a small smile. I grinned beamingly as I grab her hand and walk her to the television. I press the power button and grab my remote. As I knelt down, I place the remote next to me and I open the casket and lift the disc. Then I click on the dvd player where it opens the lid. I place the disc and I enter it in the dvd player. Soon the screen lights into the Barbie: The Princess and The Pauper logo.

My eyes light up and I spun my head to Leah as I pat my hand to floor, signaling her to sit next to me. Leah giggles softly and sat next to me as I grab on the remote and press play to start the movie, but not before I turn the volume up so we can't hear them fighting or shouting.

...It was definitely a great movie, well for me. Leah was bored by it, but she did enjoy my presence that night...

Until the next day hits us....

"There's going to be some changes here, and...your dad and I decided it'll be better for us to take care of you separately, meaning your dad we'll visit us everyday for now on." She informed. Both of us stood silently on what we just heard.

The moment when she said "separate", I can feel my brain. With words "I told you so" popping in my mind, tears start to form in my eyes until it drops to the glass table. With news coming unfold, My lips quiver as I sniff my nose and utter a "no" before sobbing.

Feeling all alone, I kept on bawling while feeling Leah's hand around my mine and my mom's arms wrapped around me.

"It's okay, sweetie. Everything's going to be fine. You too, Leah. We'll pull through this." She reassured, as I felt her lips pressed on my head while she embraced me.

It hurts to see him not to often at first, but a few days later, I gotten used to him visiting us every Saturday after school. Until all that changed when I was 13. The night where everything changed after two weeks from that godawful crash...

"What do you mean he's gone?!"

"Sorry Jane, we tried everything..."

"No way..."

As soon as I heard of my dad disappearing in our lives, I drop to my knees. Triggered by my worse fear and dad's promise, my whole world crashed before my eyes. With my heart broken into two, I stand up and turn back to my room, ignoring Leah as I trudge to the door and open it entering my room in silence. Once I'm alone, I snatch my ice skates and slam them in the trash bin next to me. I then slide down to the floor against the door and I lay my head to my knees, wrapping myself before sobbing in a fetal position. All while ignoring my sister's agonizing scream from the halls and footsteps scampering from the stairs. The only thing I focused on was my worst nightmare that I hate the most came true: I've end up becoming like the Little Rabbit....A broken little rabbit, who was left behind by the Big Rabbit.

I winced back at the memories from childhood as I claw my jeans and hunched my shoulders before I reopen my eyes and snatch my robe. I then toss it to the trash bin, not wanting to look at it anymore.

I heaved a sigh and stare down at the floor.

You promise me...

I thought melancholically. Soon a memory of the promise between me and Leah from our preteen years echoed in my mind that made smile ruefully.

...Ironically enough, I begged Leah to promise me to be together back then...

She pondered, remembering their preteen years before everything broke out. Soon I close my eyes as I let out a pitiful giggle.

"Funny...real funny..." I muttered before I drop my smile and reopen my empty hazel eyes.

Yet I can't allow her to commit that promise...cuz right now I have a goal in mind. And just like before...

"I need to find love..." I reminded myself before turning away and grab my backpack. I trudge to the door and turn the knob as I exit the room and meet Leah downstairs during this dreary morning.