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Lauren

"So Lauren how are the stocks going there" my grandfather asks. "So far they're good pa" I said grabbing a glass. "Lauren I have to tell you something" I looked at my grandfather. "Im dying soon chica" he says sitting down. I felt my eyes tear up. "But pa" I sat down with him. "Lauren we all die. And I want you to follow this" he points my chest. "And this" then my brain. "Life is short Lauren and I wasted mine dealing with business. I didnt even think about the family I have" he smiles. "Im gonna give you half of my things along with the business while Taylor and Chris gets to share the other half. Then i'll be living life to the fullest with you all while I still have time" he says.

"Pa, i've been meaning to tell you something" he looks at me and raises a brow. "Ally Hernandez. I love her so much. I left her for this. To pay for the money you gave us for Taylor" I said with tears on my face. He smiles and grabs my hands. "Lauren go. Go love her and make her feel special" he smiles.

"The Hernandez-Jauregui arguement is between me and Ally's grandpa"he swallows his saliva. "Jerry and Mike are great friends but I stopped their friendship because of this. Now I want you Lauren to love her. Enjoy your life with her" he says. I felt my phone vibrate.

Ally: why I cried? You're asking why I cried? Because I remembered us. The relationship we had together. Lauren you want to know something. Allyce is your daughter. She came from both of us Lauren. I was afraid of telling you. But maybe even I did tell you it would be useless. Because  you wont even love me ever again or even accept Allyce. Im going on tour for a year with Allyce and Dinah. I want you to forget about me Lauren. I dont want to get hurt. I dont want you to be hurt either. Its best we forget each other forever.

My tears got stronger as I finished reading the message. "Mija whats wrong?" my grandfather asks. I showed him the text and he hugged me tight. "Go to her. Now" he commands. And I quickly grabbed my bag and keys.

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