Don't look at me like that. You look into my eyes with more hate than I'd ever care to see again. You look at me like I betrayed you. Like I never told you that life would hurt you. I never lied, I just never told you the truth. And to be honest, I never was going to tell you. I hadn't planned on bearing the bad news. It wasn't my job and no, I never found a replacement. I dropped your hand and I never held it again. You tried to get the hidden message, but you just wouldn't take no for an answer. There was ony you and I and the honest truth that I didn't want to walk beside you anymore. I still hate the way you look at me. Someone else was supposed to warn you about what the real world was like. It all had started making too much sense, so I had to flee. Because after all those "I hate you" notes, when I wrote "you" I really meant "me" and when things get tough, we run. There was suddenly nothing to appologize for anymore. You were just another tragedy daughter in this slew of people with thier old fashioned lovers but new fashioned ideas. No where in the plans did it mention a suprise. They had no time to prepare and instantly felt like failures. But they tried what they thought was thier best and they gave it their all, only to turn around to an 18 year old with too much make up saying what a catastrophic mess they had made her life. And they believe her and let her run away with a boy twice her age because in this day and age, daughter knows best. So the mother hung her head in shame and continued to think it was all her fault. Because no one ever had the time to teach her that her baby girl was supposed to learn from mommy's mistakes. And it was all because the mom was just a a baby herself when the pink line appreared and that made it a positve problem. She wasn't certain it was his, but he was there and that was good enough. This whole mess turned out to be a worse issue than they were prepared for. But they were responsible for a tiny miracle, so prep word and solutions were out before the real fun began. And after she left, she never picked up a pen again. All she could say was that she was used to sacrifice, and that her baby went missing, nothing was the same and it just didn't feel right.