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I'm the girl that's trying to be happy and believe in everything again, but can't because her life is so broken that she doesn't know where to start. - Akïla Ayala

"Huh ?" I was confused. Papa and mama loves you so much. I've been dying to hear this for my whole life. Did they really mean it ? I felt a surge of happiness and hope bloomed inside me. I could barely conceal my delight and an enormous grin crept to my face. Is this how it's like to feel joy ? Maybe they aren't that bad... "I lov-" "CHICA WATCH OUT !" Xan screamed. I glanced behind and saw nothing. "What-" Thud. I fell onto the floor, "What the fuck ?" I struggled to get up but something heavy pushed me down and tied my hands and legs. I jolted my head up to see Xan fighting two bulky bodyguards. They dragged Xan next to me and also tied his limbs. "Is this...Is this a trap ?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Ha. Yes, of course it is ! Do you really think we love you ?" Ophelia snorted while rubbing her wrists. The handcuffs were already broken by the bodyguards. "Call the cops, Gunner." Eric ordered. "You're going to jail, both of you." Ophelia smirked. "For what ?" Xan exclaimed. "Breaking into houses, illegal weapons, blah blah blah. We've already brought the police department, in case you don't know. It's ours now." my mother said with a smug look on her face. "Why are you doing this to me ? To your very own daughter ?" I questioned, my voice hoarse. "Oh hunny, we have never seen you as our own." Ophelia cackled and my parents sashayed away.