Chapter Twelve: The Truth

I heard commotions coming from outside my room. Looking around and never noticed how I got on my bed.

Stretching my arms and rubbing my eyes, I gave myself a breather before I was fully awake from my long time nap. I can never tell time here because all I see in my window is the ocean, and I don't think my phone means the right time.

The noise grew louder in my ears, and I recognized Mom's voice.

Fully awake, I went out of my room and poked my ear to listen in.

"Are you telling me that those rogues are hunting our daughter?" Mom questioned in a frantic and angry tone towards Uncle Stan and Gideon.

"Honey, relax-"

"Relax? Relax!" Mom's voice boomed throughout the place. "Our daughter…she is very special. I never found her hideous since she was born with those features. She was the most beautiful baby girl, and I was already in love when she was in my womb. If some rogues are after my little Peanut, they must go through me."