A/n: sorry 4 not updating, but I kinda had writers block. But as soon as I found something to start with, it was over. Thank you for the support and I hope to talk to you soon!
(During the flash back, the father told her the story)
Rebecca's POV:
After Dad told me the story Mom handed him his phone. I could see they thought I'd freak out, but actually something's in my life started to make sense. Of course I was shocked, but... it made sense.
Though, I did love my parents, well my adoptive parents. Dad showed me a photo where, written on a wall in some red stuff, it read:
I hope Rebecca's ready...
I'd miss my parents, even if they weren't my real parents. They were always there for me.
Mom and Dad wrapped their arms around me and they both cried, so I started crying too.
"Don't worry, *sniff* I'll visit as often as possible." I said and they gave me sad smiles. "We love you, Rebecca, we'll never forget you." Said Dad. "NEVER!" Mom screeched grabbing me, we all laughed. I liked it when she lightened the mood, she was good at it.
Then I realized the missing thing from earlier, the feeling of someone NOT watching me was over. It felt like someone was watching me again. Though this time it felt like three sets of eyes.
Wait is it normal to feel your being watched? I thought.
"Mom, Dad? Is it normal to feel your being watched?" Their faces lit up with fear. "Sweetheart, how long has it felt like your being watched?" Asked Dad.
"Since I can remember." I stated innocent-ish. "Except, it stopped earlier, but it's back!" I said smiling while saying the last part, thinking it's good.
"Now I know how he would know." Said Dad."Did anything strange ever happen that you can remember?"
"Well..."
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CLIFFHANGER!!
Does that make me cruel, or evil?
Anyway, sorry for not updating and that this is short but I'm busy with 13 books on Watt pad, and 2 on paper. Not to mention school, violin, drama, birthday stuff and writers block.
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