{there doesn't seem to be a date or time for this but I know it was in December}
I kept on clinging to her keys as I held my hair and wrapped my free arm around my stomach. Bunny please calm down and come back. I wanted to run up to, I didn't care if she would yell at me or hit me, I wanted to calm her down, but I'm a coward so I didn't. She threw a violent fit, throwing shit around, salt is everywhere, I cleaned the floor the best I could. I really hope she doesn't have her phone. Last thing we need is her breaking up with Jeremy or telling Bear she's not coming to the wedding. Hopefully this will be like all the other times and she'll go against everything she said about not coming to family events. Why do I feel so shaken? Her phone is here but that could also be a bad thing since now no one has anyway of knowing if she's alright. I could never hate her, I hate how emotional she gets, but I can't ever hate her. Now I'm pacing. Cat doesn't seem to give 2 shits about Bunny, she can only think about food, and for some reason this situation really pisses me off. I'm either pissed at Cat for being very unfeeling and nonchalant, or at myself because I can't help but feel over emotional about the same situation and I know how it'll turn out, and obviously they know what's going it's true because not even ma is freaking out. I had to leave so I put down her keys. I started putting on my shoes and ma let out a blood-curling scream. I instantly knew it had something to do with Bunny. Ma is so easily scared, and Bunny must have walked up to the doorway quietly while ma looked at me. Bunny looked as if she was about to cry and quietly turned around and sat at the edge of our yard. Ma headed to her car and Bunny got up and walked toward the house, my general direction. I gave up my cowardliness and I gave her a hug. She fought at first, but I said that I needed to. I cried a little and told her several times I loved her and that we could never hate her and I was so scared that I clung to her keys. Bunny went into the house and I went into ma's car. What will happen next when I get home? My hands were so sweaty the beginning of Pilates.
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