Part 9

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A couple days later...

I can hardly believe tomorrow my parents will be here today after all these years. I still can't believe my aunt and uncle called them because I ran off. It's not as if they care for me, they just didn't want to meet my parents to tell them they lost their daughter. What I can't believe most is that Tristen tried to relate to me with his own sob story. I was so tired that night, I didn't put up any fight. He likes me he says. He wants to help me he says. Well, maybe I don't want help.

My aunt and uncle have kept an eye on me. They check on me every now and then to make sure I havent disappeared. I even considered hiding to freak them out. I can't believe my uncle has taken notice to me. He would ask me if I'm hungry, or need to go somewhere. I must have really shocked them. Oh well, they sure gave me a shock with all the hate they gave me when I arrived at their door step when I was five. All I could think was "What did I do to deserve this treatment?"

I still wonder that. But now another question follows. "Should I let Tristen help me realize I really don't deserve all this bad treatment?"

The door bell rung. Huh. It must be Tristen checking on me. No one else is home so I have to get the door.

My eyes grew wide when I opened the door not to Tristen, but some really young looking couple. Oh gosh, I think they're my parents, They must of had me young! They're day early.

"Rosey!" The bright blonde haired lady wrapped me into a hug. I stood stiff in her arms as the obviously fake blonde guy joined the hug.

"Get off me." I said sternly.

"Whoa! Dont prick us with your thorns rose! Haha, we just miss you."

"Then why haven't I gotten so muchas a phone call, a post card, or anything, in 11 years?!"

"Those things are trivial! What matters is that we're here now!"

They both tried to wrap me in their arms again but I stepped aside, they grabbed air.

"I have survived 11 years without you guys, I dont need you now. Not your money, not your praises, or your love. Get the court thing over and done with and get back out of my life. I want you to legally pass me off to Aunt Frela."

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