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XVIII, 🥀💨

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘.

𝐑 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐄 ' 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Romee are you all most finished. I want you to meet someone.!" My dad yelled from down stairs.

I just needed to set up my vanity but I can do that later. "Here i come!" I yelled putting my hair up in a bun.

I walked downstairs and there was a beautiful Korean lady with her daughter. She looked around twelve.

"Hunny this is Maria the lady that I told you I will be working with. And they live right across the street." My dad said introducing them.

"Hi im Romee" i said shaking their hands. "How old are you. You look like my son's age. He would have came but he was sleep when I got home."

"Im 16 turning 17 in two more weeks." My hands started to shake a little. I have anxiety so it gets hard meeting new people.

"Hunny go drink some water" my dad whispered. I smiled and excused myself. I ran to the bathroom dipping my face in cold water.

Good thing i didn't throw up this time. I walked back into my room and sat on my new bed. Flash backs swarmed into my head from last night.

Goosebumps run up and down my skin. I felt like crying all over again. My body wouldn't move and my arms started to feel with his hand prints again.

"STOP PLEASE YOUR HURTING ME" it all came back. By now I was in tears. My dace was hot and I was getting hot and cold flashes.

"Romee. Romee Hunny what's wrong. Did you take your medicine." My dad came bargaining in. His touch scared me a little.

"Romee what's wrong. Do you need to go see a therapist again?" He said running my back. I nodded my head.

Words couldn't explain my new case of trauma. I was still recovering from my past.

"Alright ill set up an appointment for Tuesday it that alright. You go freshen up ill start dinner." My dad kissed me head and walked out of my room.

My life is like this and I cant change it. I want to be with my mom and brother again.

I got in the shower thinking of my mom and her beautiful brown hair that shined when the sun hit it. My brother Romeo had the same color.

"Romee sing happy birthday to papa!" Her angelic voice made my heart feel warm again. I just wish I could have held them for one last time.

I got out the shower doing my nightly routine. I put on my frog pyjamas and socks.

I miss when we all use to match pj's and have movie nights. "Romee dinners ready!" My dad yelled. I ran downstairs feeling nauseous.