Chapter 2

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The pic on the side is of Natalie.

Six months ago

"No Natalie, the answer is no." Mom says.

Uncle Albert, Spencer, Justice, Gavin, and Seth are on skype, trying to help me convince her to let me go back for the summer.

"But come on sissy, she's my kid too." Uncle says.

"No Albert, she's not. She's my daughter. The answer is no."

I know just how to do this.

The guilt trip.

The five guys taught me this.

"God dammit, Mom!"

The guys' jaws drop.

Mom gasps.

She doesn't allow swearing.

"Natal-"

"No!" I stand up. "He's the closest thing I have to a Dad and you won't even let me see him!"

"Natalie-"

"If you would just let me go see my fucking Dad, that would be awesome, but no, because I turn into a bitch when I go there. Maybe you're just too sensitive! Why are you only thiking about you!"

Silence.

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Fine!" she snaps. "Fine! You can go!"

I stare at her.

"I can?" I whisper.

"Yes." She says.

I fake cry and hug her. "Thanks, Mom."

Today, June 5th

Uncle Albert refused to pick me up at the airport.

She didn't want to.

He forced me to take a limo.

My driver knows me. I'm so excited.

The second we pull up, I run into the house.

"UNCLE!" I shout.

He comes running downstairs.

"There's my ugly niece!"

"There's my fat uncle!" I shout.

He hugs me tightly, his grip making me nearly pee myself from how tight it is.

The guys don't know I'm here though, I told them five months ago that Mom and I got in a fight and I'm not allowed to come.

"I'm going to the beach." I say.

I put on my bathing suit and leave.

It's the same black bikini I wore the day I met the guys.

I walk for a long time.

I have a boyfriend, my ex, the guy that I lost my virginity to.

He's kind of a douche.

Whatever.

I'm texting him now.

I hear people talking loudly and obnoxious laughter, and then whistling.

"Look at that ass, guys!" someone shouts.

I kind of recognize that voice, but I don't turn around.

I bend down without even thinking, and pick up a seashell.

I rinse it in the water.

My phone chimes.

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