Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Who is she P.2

A/N: Listen to, Truth is a beautiful thing by London Grammar as you read.

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It hurts every time I see her, every time. I can't do anything but look away or walk pass her like if she's not there, and it sucks because every time I see her face, I hear those words,

"She is not my daughter!"

"Y/N!" I hear making me jump in my seat, I turn my head to see Grace and Jason. "We've been calling you for about ten minutes now." Grace chuckled.

"What's up?" I asked swallowing hard and stood up from my seat walking over to the sink.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to come to the game room with us." I hear Jason said. "I mean, that's if you want to, you don't have to."

"It's okay, I'm actually tried right now." I told them turning off the sink turning around to see them staring at me with worried looks on their faces. "What?" I asked.

Grace is about to open her mouth but suddenly Ma walks in with Leo following behind but soon stop when they see us. It made me feel so uncomfortable, I didn't know what to do but stand there frozen.

"What's going on here?" Ma asked us. I swallowed hard hearing her voice hard, "I thought you two were going to the game room?"

"We were ma, but we thought we could ask Y/N if she could come along with us but-"

"Why ask her? She's not your sister!" Leo hissed at Jason.

"Shut up Leo!" Grace said easing her voice.

"Why don't you shut-"

"Both of you shut up!" Ma snap making me flinch. It was quite and awkward, could now feel her eyes on me. "Are you going?" I hear her ask me.

I look up to meet her eyes and when I did, I hear those words in my mind play,

"She is not my daughter!"

A sob escapes my lips which makes her face expression turn into concern, "I-I looked up t-to you a-and now I-I don't even know you." I cried, her face falls about to open her mouth but I ran pass her running up stairs.

"Y/N?" I hear Grace knock on the door repeatedly."are you okay? Y/N?"

I don't answer but continued to cry, tears running down my cheeks, my hands gripping the pillow, my body shaking, it was hard not having anyone to hold me, like she use to.

I was scared.

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I woke up to someone poking my cheek.

"Do you think she's alive?"

"Of course she's alive you dumbass."

"Hey!" I hear a slap.

"Ow! What the hell Aunt Ally?"

"Little boy." I hear her say.

"Sorry."

"What happened?"