Chapter 2

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Monday morning was the worst day, not only because it was monday but it was my first appointment with Wren since the kiss. The worst part of it all was that Toby was leaving town. Can I handle something like this? I mean dying and loving someone?

"Kamri, stand up now!" Shouted my stupid, foster mom named Bella.

"What do you want now? Can you at least let me die in peace?" I gently asked.

" I don't know what your brother and you have been up to but-" as I interrupted her

"HE'S NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER BELLA!" I yelled so high, leaving my lungs with no air.

"How rude young lady." She said as she deeply looked at me. "Toby is your brother."

I didn't listen. I just remember the time I met them this nasty family. This family hates me probably more that I will ever be hated, but Toby, even though he is part of the family, he is different. I like him. That's why I don't consider him my brother, because if he is my brother, we wouldn't be able to be together. I know I love him, and maybe he does as well.

My parent's had a passed away a few days ago when it all started 7 years ago, and our house was closed even though I now visit it every other day. Bella had been visiting my grandma in her coma state. No one was there with me, no one but her. My grandma died the exact same way that I will die someday. I had no choice but to be with Bella and die inside. My first impression of the house was, 'haunted.' Don't judge me I was only nine. Toby was in the stairs I guess waiting for me, or someone. He was really rude. He just grabbed my brunette hair, in the time, and pull it, he warned me about touching anything in his room, I later found out he had a playboy... weird right? Nah, All boys do that. Bella didn't care about me she just left me, and left the house. That bitch. My next birthday was really weird, I mean, I had never celebrated my birthday since I moved with them, apart from that, Toby wasn't home, therefore my birthday probably was going to be the worst.

For my fifteenth birthday Susan told she was going to leave. THAT BITCH. A year later she was kidnapped and, found dead on the room of a hotel. Bella thought it was me since I was the only one who knew. Sincerely why would I risk my few day of life in prison. They found out who the murder was a few days later.

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