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|Chapter 39|

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Fran's POV

I didn't want to come here.

But I had no other choice. I had no money, no job and no place to live.

Why do I always do this to myself?

I slowly tucked my hair behind my ear as I stood in front of the gate that stood between me and my childhood home.

I walked up to the gate and rang the buzzer.

"Hello?" A man answered. A mans voice that is all to familiar.

"Kyle? It's me Francis!"

There was a long pause, before the gates made a buzzing sound and the gates slowly opened.

I made my way down the long driveway, while pulling my suitcase behind me.

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"Kyle!" I squealed, dropping my bags as he held the front door open.

"Hi sweetie" he smiled as he embraced me in his arms.

Kyle was the head butler here and was a second father figure to me.

"Does your father know you're here" he asked as my fathers new wife walked into the room.

"What are you doing here?" She glared as she noticed my presence. "Kyle go make me some tea" she ordered.

"I'm here to see my father" I tried not to raise my voice.

"Well he doesn't want to see you" she rolled her eyes. "Kyle go do something useful!" she waved him off.

Bitch.

"Francis, it's so lovely to see you" my father smiled as he descended from the long staircase.

"Hello father"

Chelsea continued to look at me in disgust as my father welcomed me with open arms.

I wanted to hate him.

But as I clung to his chest I broke down.

"Dad, how could you do that to us. How could you" I got choked up.

"Francis" he said holding me tightly. "I'm so sorry"

"Mom isn't the same, she cried every night for 2 months"

At this point Chelsea had left us with a huff and an eye roll.

"And you wouldn't let me come back here" I growled as I finally pulled back from his arms.

I almost forgot.

"You shut me out! Your daughter!" I screamed.

"Francis!" He said trying to calm me down. "I was ashamed! I wasn't proud of what I'd done"

"You didn't even say sorry, you wouldn't even talk to me" I wiped the tears as they streamed down my face.

"I've changed! Chelsea has.. Changed me" he smiled.

I almost vomited on his shiny marble floor.

"Is that a joke" I scrunched my face.

"No Fran it's not"

"Chelsea is 3 years older than me! You sick pervert!" I screamed at him before running out the front door.

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"Francis where are you?!" My mother demanded through the phone.

"On the curb somewhere in the city" I huffed.

"Fran your father called me and he's scared!"

I laughed, "haha sure he is" I rolled my eyes.

"He deposited money into your bank account"

My eyes widened, "I don't need his or your help!" I shouted into the phone before hanging up.

My phone rang again and assuming it was my mother I picked up.

"What?!" I growled.

"Fran!" Harry shouted through the phone.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"Where are you? I'm looking for you"

I laughed, "I'm not in England Harry" I smiled at the thought of him looking for me.

"I know that. I'm in the Bay Area"

My eyes widened.

"No you're not!"

"Yeah, I am" he laughed, "now where are you I'm lost and everything looks the same. Here let me send you a picture maybe you'll recognize the area"

*texts picture*

"That's just a picture of a building" I rolled my eyes, "I'm coming to get you, just wait where you are, I'll find you" I huffed.

"I love you Fran" he said.

I hung up.

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