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Mercedes Ramirez was born a protector, a hellhound to be precise. She was a girl born of rage and fire, but not at all what her parents wanted. The ravenette fled from her past to start fresh, and find herself in a wo...
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Mercedes took the letters, as she looked at the cutesy writing with a sense of nostalgia. "All this time I thought everyone in my family hated me... but Tahlia has been trying to reach out all this time." The Ramirez trailed off, her voice small.
"Your family... hate you?" Lizzie asked, as Mercedes had never opened up about her family. Whenever Lizzie had asked, Mercy brushed it off.
"Yep." Mercy answered, putting emphasis on the p. "Well... not all of them, it seems." She stated, taking the letters in her hands before she got off of the stool.
Lizzie looked at her with surprise, "You're leaving?" She asked, as the ravenette nodded. "I think I want to be alone when I read these." Mercedes responded, as Lizzie seemed a little disheartened by how Mercy wasn't wanting to open up about her family.
It hurt because they'd always told eachother everything... but Mercy had never once talked about her biological family or much at all regarding her life before the Salvatore school.
The Saltzman wouldn't pry though. As disheartened as she was, she knew that Mercy would open up about it if she was ready to.
"I'll see you around... thank you for giving me these." Mercedes said, giving Lizzie one last smile before she turned to leave the Grill.
Lizzie watched sadly as the Ramirez left, as there was a voice in her head telling her to run after the ravenette and kiss her... but they'd decided to try and give eachother space.
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Now back at Parker Academy, Mercedes sat in her dorm. Fortunately, Drea and Jade weren't around which left her alone while she could read Tahlia's letters.
On the Ramirez' nightstand sat an espresso glass with a freshly brewed shot of coffee. Mercy reached out to grab the glass before taking a sip.
Mercedes then shuffled through the letters, sorting them by their dates so that she could read them in order.
Unsealing the envelope roughly, Mercy took out the first letter, which was dated around the time Mercedes was sent to the Prison World.
Dear Mercy,
I really hope this letter reaches you. You must be wondering how I found out your location... truthfully I snuck out of Vuurhekse and found a witch, and with their help I found out where you are located. Nobody else knows though, I've made sure of it.
I'm not sure if you want to hear from me, after everything that happened... but I wanted you to know that you're not alone, and that I could never hate you like the others in the village do.
