With a text

Your phone vibrates in your pocket causing you to jump in surprise. Quickly, you yank the phone out and open it up to discover a text.

sorry dude. cant be a father. Going 2 FL 4 college. U shldve told me.

"That fucker!" you yell.

"What? Alex?" Gwen questions.

You nod your head, tears rolling down your cheeks again. "He's running to other side of the fucking country!"

Gwen pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead, a much more sisterly kiss than the last few.

"Every time I think I can handle it, things just get worse," you sob. "I really don't think I've done anything to deserve this. I can't— I can't think of anything I've done to deserve this."

Gwen pulls you closer. "Ssh hon, you'll get through this."

"Even if we can explain this to mom and dad, what about everyone else? What about the neighbors? What about my friends? What about me going to college?!"

"I don't know hon, but let's try to get you some sleep. We can figure out more tomorrow."

With that, Gwen leads you up to your bedroom and tucks you into your bed. She sits on the end of the bed as you cry yourself to sleep.