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The car ride was silent, but you couldn't stop thinking about what you would tell them. How could you even confront them about this?

Instead of drowning in your won thoughts you started blaring Harry Styles. He was like your comfort person it was hard to explain, all you knew is that you were mentally dating him.

Eight hours is a long time for your short attention span so to distract yourself by calling Emily. She wasn't working today obviously it was Saturday. After three rings she picked up.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?'

"Hey Em, I'm fine but are you busy?" you asked.

"I have someone over right now why?"

So many question oh my god.

"Nevermind than see you Tuesday" just like that you hung up the phone. You didn't to annoy her if she had company so instead you just payed attention to the road more closely.

-

Back again, the huge childhood home hiding demons in its closets. Instead of knocking you just used a spare key, after all you did used to live here...sadly.

Your parents heads turned from the couch to you, you never told them about your company. "Hey? What are you doing here sweetie" your father, Lucas, asked.

"Sorry to show up unexpected but I just have a um-" you cleared your throat, "About Mikayla"

Your mom sighed, moving her hand to pinch the brim of her nose, "Who is that?".

Did she seriously just do that, to her won daughter, was killing her not enough? But now she acts like she never existed. "Seriously mother! I found the letters!" you raised your voice.

Surprise took over her expression like she didn't have anything to say. Did she expect you to drop this like nothing really happened, it was bound to be brought up again if she wrote the stupid things!

"I can explain everything" she spoke calmly- too calmly. "Mikayla she hated you, all she wanted was for my little princess to be dead. Honey this was for the best like I said all those years ago. When you were younger she used to go into your room and try to suffocate you to death!"

"THATS NOT AN EXCUSE TO KILL YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!"

"Y/n your the golden child-"

"WHY DO YOU THINK SHE TRIED TO KILL ME HUH? You treated her like a burden to this family! Like she was nothing- what kind of mother does that?" a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Y/n calm down" your father tried to defuse the situation.

"NO! STOP ACTING SO INNOCCENT DAD" You cried out. "You sat around and helped mom to kill her didn't you?" "we now all the truth I could tell- hell I could arrest you both right now!" which you wouldn't but you said it just to spite them.

But all this anger was cooped up inside of you for so long you didn't care if you hurt them in the process, when they boke you first. A bad taste on your tongue lingered your whole life because of them. Thank god you didn't have your gun because you would've killed them just than and there.

"Do you know the pain you put me through? To grow up without the one person who really loved me? Because this isn't love!" you sobbed. "Mikayla sat around trying to impress you but all you cared about was me, I bet she is glad she never EVER had to see your faces again" oxygen flow to your lungs seemed to be cut off but you didn't care.

Both of them had tears running down their faces, "Because you were the right fit this family" you mother balled.

"Oh thank god I was the picture perfect daughter to waltz around my picture perfect family! But it wasn't really perfect was it Mother?"

She had nothing to say of course. "Sometimes I wished I died that day, the day that she died the day of the car crash!" no real words could truly express the pain your body ached in. "I didn't get to fall apart did I"

"y/f/n please this was all for you!" your father pleaded.

You were done, grabbing a glass vase from the table pull of water and flowers, you forcefully threw it at the French doors shattering them and the glass vase. Screams filled the living room. "and you know what Brooklyn and Lucas I hope you rot in the deeps of hell" you growled through your clenched jaw.

The moment you got back into your car the tears didn't stop if anything they ran faster, so much for staying for the next three days. All you wanted to do was call Spencer and tell him but than you would have to show the truth, something you've been dreading.

So you decided to just go and stay at the hotel for the days to not worry him. Because you didn't want to tell him.

There was no explanation to really anything, although you didn't really let your parents talk but when they did you got nothing just the same thing you've been told your whole life.

It was weird because usually your adrenaline would be rushing and an anxiety attack would be happening but your body was light, like you couldn't feel anymore pain.

You shook of the feeling and continued to drive to an near by hotel that was about ten minutes from the house.

-
Waking up to a stupid phone call you check the caller and it was Spencer.

"Hello?" you probably came off as rude.

"Hey? Were you sleeping it's- 1:35"

"Yeah I was long night I guess. Whatcha need"

"Just checking in you because I didn't get a text that you arrived or anything"

"No i'm good thank you" you sighed.

"Oh okay well i'll see you Tuesday princess make sure to call me tonight!"

You laughed, "I promise".

"Good now go enjoy you day"

He hung up. Yes you would simply enjoy your day so much. Because you just planned on crying.

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A/n-
If your reading this that means your not doing school🧍🏻Also there will be lots of time jumps in the next four chapters so don't be confused 😏

Also i'm #5 in the BAU hashtags ayayayay

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