Prologue.
Gravel crunched under my feet and the realization of where i was hit me in an instant. I felt scared for one of the first times in my life. I strived forward, gulping down my fear. I stopped infrount of a lovely stone house. Steps led to french doors. I tried to come up with something to say. Hi my names Spencer, I'm your daughter. No. Hey, Remember me? Spencer Blake? No. Hello, I'm Spencer, uh your daughter. Tell me again why you gave me up? Too pushy. I was just going to have to wing it this time. I sighed, confidently walking across the lawn and up the steps. I knocked, secretly hoping she wasn't home. Which was unlikely because the whole second floor was lit up. I heard heels clicking against wood flooring. The women was distracted by her cell phone. She opened the door, looking up from her phone, she gasped. Her mouth hung open and she dropped her phone. I hesitated, clearly a bad idea because she slammed the door in my face and ran back into her home. An instant pain suffocated me. Disappointment. Anger. Pity. I ran my hands through my long dark hair. Did she think i was someone else? I hadn't even introduced myself. I choked on tears, and sat down on the steps. I heard a clicking of heals and the door cracked open. I whiped my eyes and looked back, my mother grabbed her phone whiping it off on her very revealing lace dress.
"I-I." I stumbled.
"What the hell are you doing here." She groaned.
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Storie d'amoreSpencer Blake has bounced from foster home to foster home for the past sixteen years of her life. After tracking down her birth mother Spencer decides to run away from her hectic life and live with her mother, expecting open arms. Yet, her mothers f...
