If today was your last day.

Kenzie and Liam are just two young kids in love, but what happens when Kenzie's past comes back to haunt her? Will Liam be there to help?

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2. Another night, another dream.

Kenzie's POV.

I looked up at his face. He had a smile, until he saw the looked into my eyes. He knew what I was thinking. There was no words needed, but I said it anyway. "Liam, your leaving tomorrow." I whispered. My eyes were flooding, but I blinked and sent it back. "This is our last night together." He hesitated before he took a deep breathe and replied. "I know. Let's make every moment count." I gave him a small smile, obviously upset, but he was right. We could change anything, so let's make it count. I rested my head on his shoulder and drifted back to sleep.
I went back to my previous dream, but my father wasn't mad, he was crying, just as bad as me(as a baby). But his crying was silent. I would have known he was crying if it wasn't for the tears in a constant stream. Finally, he wrapped me up in the blanket, and held me in his arms, slowly rocking me until I fell asleep. When I woke up(as a baby), he was holding me out, his head was down in shame. A different man gently pulled me away from my father and walked out of the room, I saw my father for the very last time, getting cuffs on his hands.
This wasn't just a dream, this was personal experience. After this, I was taken to the police station, in a different car than my dad, and the whole time, a man named brad held me the whole time. When we got to the police station, they found out my parents were only childs, so I was forced to go up for adoption or to a foster family. Without hesitation, Brad offered to take me. That day, Brad became my step father, with his wife and my step mother, Michele. They also had a son named Trent, who was extreamly loving and 8 years older than me. I have always had a great relationship with my step family. I try to keep in touch, because I know I'm extremely lucky to have support like them. If it wasn't for Brad, I wouldn't even know this story. I don't have any memory with my mother, but I do have a small picture of us two. My father was in it, but I ripped him out off it in my younger years. Brad also claims that when my father was interrogated, he assignees it and asked for one thing; my safety. I don't know if this is true or if brad just wanted me to forgive my father, but even if it wad true, it was going to be a lot more than worrying about my safety for me to forgive him.

I woke up in the bed next to Liam, his arm draped over my waist. He must have carried me in while I was asleep. I looked at him for a moment and decided I should wake him up. I leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. As I pulled away, I saw his beautiful brown eyes and my day was made. "Good morning, babe." he said, smiling. "Good morning." I replied, returning the smile. I climbed out of bed and walked to my dresser. I stopped and just as I was about to open it, I spotted the clock. I was suddenly reminded the terrible thing that bugged me yesterday. Liam was leaving today.
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