I shut myself into Grace’s room. I was pissed. I wanted to scream. Instead, I buried my face into Grace’s pillow and let out a long, muffled groan.
I couldn’t let her get away with this. I couldn’t let her just walk away from us like it was nothing. I could see it clearly now. The texting, the concerns for how I was. I thought she was being supportive, but really she was just watching, waiting, making sure she was free from any guilt. She wanted to be rid of me, wanted me to stay trapped and just disappear into this new life. She was giving herself permission to move on. But I wouldn’t let her have that. Not on her terms.
"So you want me to be a teenage girl, huh Mary? I'll be a fucking teenage girl then."
I’ll be everything you thought you wanted me to be. I’ll play the role so hard you’ll regret it. I’ll make you miss me. She thought she could just stick me in this life, thought I’d be okay with it if she let me have a taste of teenage freedom again. Like she was doing me a favor. Like I’d just give up. I would show her. I’d take this life and shove it right back in her face.
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