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Chapter 5 - DNA test

ok so i lied. didn't update two hrs later but whatever.

ALSO SORRY FOR THE CLIFFY. i just had this need to piss you guys off :)

anyways i won't waste anymore of your time.

enjoy sexy's xo

Now i know i grew up in New York but my so-called 'parents' forced me to learn all these different languages, again, i had no idea why but never questioned them.

My stomach churned and I felt like I was about to be sick. He did not just say that. My whole body tensed and my eyes went dark.

"No. I do not have a father. I am no one's daughter." I stated. My voice is dark and deadly. at this Camilla snapped her head to the strange, elder man that claims to be my father. I never had or will have a father. If it was true what he was saying, he lost the right to be my father the day I was left on that doorstep.

Camilla's facial expression was also now deadly. She knew what my 'parents' did to me. She helped me through my roughest times, I was like a sister to her and she was like a sister to me. We were family. She was my only family.

It was a very touchy topic when it came to my parents for the both of us.

She hates my foster parents just as much her parents and me.

The older man seemed impressed by me being able to understand what he said. Living with my adoptive foster parents obviously paid of.

He knelt down in front of me and spoke once again, "finalmente ti abbiamo trovato."

(We've found you at last)

The whole room was quite. Silver eyes was staring at elder man like he was crazy and had lost his mind meanwhile Natalia 2.0 was just staring at me, emotional-less like he was having a mental battle with himself.

So was I.

There was a moment of silence before I spoke up again

"I miei genitori sono morti. non mi volevano" I could feel tears forming in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. This could not be true. My parents didn't want me. They left me to monsters. They made me like this. Broken. Thoughts consumed me as I started to shake.

(my parents are dead. they did not want me)

Of course, I was having a fucking anxiety attack. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing letting everything soak in. i could feel everyone's eyes burning holes into my head, watching my every movement.

I tried my best to tune everyone out when the man who claims to be my father speaks again but this time it made my blood boil. what the fuck is happening i literally just woke up from basically a coma.

My God.

"no no. ti abbiamo sempre voluto. eri così prezioso per noi che volevamo viziarti marcio ma il giorno in cui sei nato ci sei stato portato via. ti cercavamo da anni e da allora non ce l'abbiamo più smesso di cercare. mai. " I just stared at him with a blank expression, trying to wrap my head around what was being said.