What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

I told my Mom that I had to go since Mikayla was missing. I arrived back home and got out of the car, leaving it on and running inside.
“Morgan where have you-” someone started to say but I ran past them and up the stairs. I went into Mikayla’s room, finding it in shreds. Glass was broken, paper was everywhere, and there were pictures ripped in half.
“Nononononononono….” I whispered to myself and closed the door, dropping to me knees and starting to clean up everything. I pushed the paper in one corner and grabbed a cop and started pushing the glass pieces in it, feeling tiny stings in my hands as my palms got caught on the glass. I started to sob as I found a picture ripped in half of her and me, both of us smiling like crazy and being goofballs at a concert. I choked on my tears and put the picture with the other papers. I felt hands on my shoulders pull my up off the floor and strong arms hold me.
“Morgan...Sh…” Ashley whispered and I thrashed about in his grip.
“N-No Mikayla is gonna be home soon and-and her room needs to be nice. I-It isn’t livable like this and she is gonna be here soon!” I cried out and struggled even more, but his grip tightened around me. His arms were over mine and it took me a while to finally give up. I stood in his arms, sobbing, now and then still trying to escape.
“S-She’s gonna come back...J-Just like that last times...She always finds her way back to us…” I whispered.
“We need to get your hands cleaned up,” Ashley whispered, and I nodded as a response. He slowly walked us to the bathroom and put me on the counter, grabbing some rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls. I stared at nothing as he dabbed at my hands, flinching now and then from the sting. He then put small band-aids all over my hands, taking me off the counter after. Andy walked over to the bathroom door and looked at me.
“Morgan I’m so s-” He started to say and I snapped.
“Don’t you fucking say a word, Andy! Y-You’re the reason why she isn’t here and why she isn’t with us! You are always, ALWAYS the one messing things up with her! You never fail to make everything your fault. If you wouldn’t have fucking kissed me, everything would have been ok!” I yelled at him and Ashley’s eyes widened at Andy.

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