Marilyn's POV:
It was a Wednesday afternoon around 3PM, I was hanging out at a coffee shop in a booth laying down looking on my phone while drinking my vanilla iced coffee, I heard footsteps walking towards my booth, I didn't care to look, until I heard her clear her throat. "Yes?" I asked in a stubborn tone still looking at my phone. "Hi, can I sit here? You seem lonely." She girl with brown eyes and jet-black long hair said. I gestured my hand as she sat down as I sat up drinking my coffee, "Blossom, Blossom Smith." She said I nearly choked on my drink as she said her name, her family was known to be quite rich. "Ah, Marilyn Jones. Nice to meet Ya." I spoke. We started to hang out every day as I really had no other friends other than her. I told her I worked in the SVU (special victims' unit) It was truly my one and only passion, the only passion keeping me alive basically. My mother wasn't the best mother to me, but I came to understand why, I don't know how I would feel if I got raped and had his baby, although I wouldn't hurt the kid, they didn't do anything but exist.
"Let's go shopping." Blossom said pulling my hand into the mall. "Wait!" It was too late, we were already walking into the mall where security was, I ran out of the mall before anyone saw me. "Marilyn!" Blossom yelling running out after me alerting the security that I was there. The security came running out following blossom. Thank God she caught on and stopped looking for me. The security didn't want to get noticed so they stopped following her and when back into the mall. Blossom texted me after they left. "You better be at your apartment. Your gonna explain why those cops were after you." "You have a key." I replied.
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*15 minutes later* Still Marilyn's POV:
Blossom finally got to my apartment, she walked into my apartment, she seems really mad at me, or just mad in general. She had the right to be mad at me as I would understand why. but she didn't look mad at me, she looked more concerned than ever. If I ever told her about my mission, she would never forgive me. I made up an excuse that they were looking for me because my father was a top suspect, and they knew they had a daughter named Marilyn. Thank God, she believed me, she apologized but I don't know why, I mean I guess it could because of my father but I don't know.
*A few weeks later on a Friday afternoon*
Blossom spent the night at my apartment, we watched a bunch of movies and shows. I got a call from the hospital later at night around 8PM, I thought it would be about my hospital bills, but boy was I wrong. "Is this Harper Jone's daughter? Marilyn Jones.?" "This is she, has something happened?" "I'm so sorry for your loss. She passed away from being intoxicated." at first, I thought it was a prank "Haha Blossom so funny." I said loud enough for her to hear as she was in the bathroom. "What's so funny? What happened?" Blossom said not knowing what's going on. "Your pranked that my mother died. You almost got me there." I chuckled a bit "What? Marilyn why would I prank you about that?" that's when I knew it was for real. "No. Stop your pranking me. My mother isn't dead." I started to tear up now freaking out at this point. I hung up on the hospital and broke down crying in Blossom's arms. "She can't die yet. I didn't- We-" All Blossom did, and could do was hold me, and calm me down. Once I calmed down enough to talk about it Blossom asked why I had felt this way even though she has abused till I moved out when I turned 18. I didn't have an answer for her, I get what she was getting at but at the same time she was still my mother, obviously she had no idea how I had felt being her mother is still alive and well and had never been abused but quite frankly the opposite and had been treated like a princess. I wish I had been treated like that but then I wouldn't be where I am today. I always like to keep in mind that if I were to change something about my life, I wouldn't. It would change everything about me, and I'm proud of myself as I am today. I wouldn't be here if I did change something about me, I wouldn't be who I am today, and I wouldn't of met Blossom.
Authors note:
Hey guys you made it. This is the first chapter, I don't know how I did on making sense or my grammar, so I apologize if I make a mistake. If anyone is wondering this story is 809 words not including this part but yea. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will be working on the next chapter when I have time. Have a good day/night. <3
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