Finding Patience ✓

//Chapter 2//

//Patience//
Okay these are her baby kittens.

This is Cookie 🍪☝️

☝️This is Lily 💞(right) and Honey 🍯(left)

This is bean ❤️☝️

This is cotton 🌺🌺☝️

This is Burger 🍔 😂😂 ☝️

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I wake up to banging on the front door. I grab my knifes and open my door and head downstairs alert. These drug dealers normally come here to give mom and James their drugs but when they can't pay they allow the men to come up to my room and...rape me. I quietly make it downstairs to see nobody is home so I sigh in relief but that was short lived when they bang harder on the door shouting "ITS THE POLICE OPEN UP" I click the locks and open the door to see two giant police officers looking down at my small figure. "Are you Patience Miller?" Says one of the officers he has stubble on his face but it's nearly trimmed and has black hair and aged wrinkles on his face. "y-yes s-sir t-thats m-me?" I say trying to seem scared. "Well we have some bad news luv...your mother and step father have died" he says looking at me for a reaction.

Fucking finally those bitches croaked before i could stab them in their sleep. I say in my mind before being snapped out of it in realization. I have no where to go. "Where will I go then?" I say. The other older officer answers. " Well we would have to bring you down to the station and do a DNA test to see if you have any relatives." He says as he waits for my answer. I'm finally free from this hell' I thought and then I answered. "Can I pack some things first?" I ask quietly. They nod and offer to help but I decline and ran upstairs to my bedroom.

I grabbed my phone, laptop, knives and guns and clothes along with shoes and other things. I walked out and got into the police car that drove an hour away to the station. Once we make it there I sit down in a room alone for at least two hours after they took my blood and said to wait awhile.
I don't have any other family so why the fuck would they do a fucking DNA test. My thoughts are yet again interrupted by the door opening and in walks in Hadley who's name I recently learned. He looks distressed for some reason. "Um patience dear I found out your dad and mother are alive" he says. Is he fucking serious and wait did he say Mother and Father!! I thought my mom was... And my dad was dead.

I go deep into thought and cease to notice he left and went to contact them. They didn't want me before so they think I'm weak and vulnerable now huh well if they really think I'm gonna willingly be happy and act like they didn't fucking throw me away, they're wrong. I'm not gonna hide the fact that I'm the Richest and most feared woman in the world. I sit down on the plane and take out my phone looking through some emails for my secretary and texting her I'll be in NYC soon when they come sit in front of me. My so called father is smiling like a fool and my mom I guess is smiling happily but you can tell she is shitting herself (hypothetically speaking) I ignore them until he starts talking to me. " So Bambina are you excited to be home and see your brothers again?" He says. 'What a fucking minute did he say BROTHERS?!' I say to myself and then go back to expressionless.

"How many brothers?" I say still looking at my phone. " You have 7 Brothers one in fact is your twin brother" the woman says I look at her and notice how she has some of my features her big blue eyes and perfect jaw structure, not too much makeup yet so little its hard to tell. She was truly beautiful but they said she is my biological mother.. then who the fuck raised me? "We missed u so much Bambina ( Baby)" she says and embraces me in a hug.

I tense up and return her hug, she kissed my head and holds my face in her pretty slender hands while smiling showing me her gorgeous smile. I return it and smile gently at her. She returns to her seat and then I look at my father who looks at me in awe and with love in his eyes. Do parents always look at their kids like that or is it just me. I noticed that mom fell asleep...it feels so weird saying mom or dad to be honest I only called maria and James by their first names since they hated when I say mom or dad to them. I slowly drift off to sleep after texting Sam that I need my pets shipped over to my NYC mansion.

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