Only Mine | S.R. ✔️

{fourteen}

All you wanted to do was tell someone about her and the horrible things your parents did that you spent 15 years choosing to ignore.

Now that you look back on it, you can see it now. You can see what was really happening that night. Their own daughter, they never told you why they did what they did but part of you still remembers.

Today you found it your responsibility to find out why, for Mikayla. To find why her own parents murdered her. How could they be so cold blooded? More importantly would you be capable of something like that?

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"Wheels up in 30" Hotch says to the team collected around the small round table.

This case is in New York so you could probably visit your parents and ask them why or find something that could show you.

It's not awkward between you and Spencer and there is no stupid bickering. Honestly it was nice to not argue with him, but what you said to him rang in your mind. You weren't even sure if that's how you felt it was a heat of the moment thing and it could ruin the whole thing.

Two weeks since that day and you still can't come to terms and talk about it to him. He looks like he is avoiding it to which your definitely fine with.

"y/n can we talk?"

shit.

"mhm what's up" you slid your hands into your blazer pockets.

"When I was at your house we both said some stuff and i'm not sure if we mea-"

"No we didn't. I'm sorry Reid i'm not into you like that. Nothing else to talk about it was heat if the moment and I think that you can agree"

He just nodded, breaking his gaze from you returning it back to the floor, rocking back and forth in his feet. "See you in the jet than" Spencer says pushing past you.

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After the case ended you caught the guy, his name was George Morison or something like that. But the case it's self was very easy nothing hardcore, yet you couldn't wait to go to your parents to find the answers you've been searching for silently for so many years.

Walking up to the large door you stood there staring at the house you were at that long ago, hoping they wouldn't be home. You still have a key to the house so it would not be an issue but looking would be a lot less anxiety filled.

You knocked o the door and no one answered, maybe they are not home. Grabbing your house key you placed it inside of the lock turning it to the right until you heard the click sound.

Same smells occupied the aroma but it was dull and empty. A weird pit in your stomach formed out of fear of what you mind find. Maybe it was best you didn't know but instead you shook of the feeling and began walking up the stairs into your parents grand room on the other side of the upstairs.

Pushing the door open you saw a small box that lurked under the king size bed that laid in the center of the room. You walked over trying to make any sound even if no one was home. The box was filled of family pictures with everyone even Mikayla.

Along with some of her jewelry and polaroid's, so much forgive and forget mom. Under all of the junk was a note addressed to Mikayla on some old coffee stained paper, and another note addressed to you as well. Your heart sunk at the sight and sent chills down your spine.

Hesitantly you opened you sisters note gulping down your naïve pride.

Dear my wonderful daughter Mikayla,

I'm sorry we had to do this to you, me and your father love you with all our hearts but this was to protect y/n and you know that. You'll never see this note nor will she but I cannot have your sister dancing with the leaking demons of your passed. I know you tried to kill her Mikayla. I know what you did that night and this was for the best. You will always be loved by me and the family but in our hearts, I wish I could bear to look at you with more dignity but y/n doesn't deserve a monster living under this roof, after all she is the favorite. so may you rest in peace my beauty but you will never see the light or true day or happiness ever. As well as I hope your looking down and seeing this and feeling the guilt bundled up inside of you for your dirty secrets. Until we meet again my daughter.