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Chapter seven,
you and i, we were born to die
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Serena offered into helping making dinner with Tara, she needed this major distraction, especially when Mickey, her biological father just wouldn't stop fucking speaking to her and wanting to apologize, she felt betrayed.
Betrayed by a serial killer ghost.
A serial killer who's her father, but always protected Anika and her. How fucking twisted is that? A serial killer who cares? Weird.
Weirdo.
Tara easily captured her attention, pausing any movements that she was doing on putting some dishes away and just giving her friend a worried look, "How, are you after learning that Mickey Altieri is your dad?" She had asked her sounding real gentle, and not to harsh on her.
Serena who was just stirring the soup around out of distraction, her head turning to glance at Tara, "Honestly, I'm not really fine. I've spent my entire life living in a lie, a lie that my mom had created. . ." Serena slowly began speaking, she felt a tear of hers escaping her eyes, "She called me earlier, and told me she doesn't want contact with me anymore, apparently reporters appeared at our house, and she got fired from her job, and according to her it's my fault." Serena had quickly wiped her tears away, and letting out a bitter scoff.
Tara instantly paused on what she was doing, and pulled her friend into a big hug, with Serena who had reciprocated the hug, "I didn't want you to end up in this bloodshed mess. . . I was going to ask you if you'd want to go to some safety house with, Chad." Tara had softly whispered, "Considering what he went through last year, and what you endured today. I don't want you two getting hurt." She pulled away from the hug, giving her friend a soft smile.
Serena offered Tara a smile, "I really love your thoughtfulness, but you're stuck with us forever, Tara. I'm not going to run, or hide just because my father is Mickey Altieri. . ." She had felt her voice slightly cracking , "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll move forward, eventually." She answered briefly, rubbing her own eyes.
This was still too much for her to process.
Just before Tara could possibly reply to her friends speech, Chad walked inside the small kitchen, wrapping his arms around Serena's waist, kissing the top of her head, "You left me alone in bed, and here I thought I would wake up before you." He had playfully stuck out his tongue at her, she tilted her head upwards to glance at him, reciprocated it as well.
