I was Kidnapped.

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 5

~𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣~(𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪)

     "How about all white that would be perfect." My sister says excitedly.

    "Yeah if we were the Kardashians," I mumble quietly to Lauren snickering.

    She nudges me slightly in the ribs trying to hold her own laugh in. We are planning my engagement party, well more like my mother and Mira are planning it. I'm not interested in planning a party for a marriage that isn't happening.

    "Mira you're right so all white and we can wear gold since we're the host family." My mother says equally as excited.

"Don't I get a say in what it should look like?" I ask confused. My sister gets this sour look on her face.

"Don't be selfish Amiyah this isn't just your party." She sneers.

"Is this not my engagement party?" I say shocked by how she is acting. She rolls her eyes before ignoring me and going back to looking at different color schemes.

"Amiyah your sister is right you're being really selfish it isn't just your party, we're celebrating family." My mother says sourly.

"Well I'm sorry but last time I checked you guys said this would be my engagement party," I tell them.

"Oh my goodness not everything is about you Amiyah. It's always about you and the one time it isn't you have a problem." My sister says annoyed.

"I never said it was you guys are planning this party that's supposed to be for my engagement but I get no say please make that make sense," I say annoyed as well.

   Mira stands up with anger on her face.

   "Because it's not for you it for our family's reputation that you just had to go and ruin with that little boy. If it wasn't for you we wouldn't even be looked down upon you weren't even supposed to be here." She seethes.

  I see red after her last statement and quickly stand up popping her in the mouth. She falls back down in the chair shocked I hit her.

  "Amiyah how dare you, we welcomed you back in with open arms forgetting everything you did and this is how you treat us." My mother yells.

  "Screw you and Mira mom, you always stick up for her even when she does wrong but no she's your precious planned baby. I get it you never wanted me but you could at least treat me like your child." I say giving up walking out of the room.

   I trudge up to the room they have me in and flop down on the bed. A few minutes later Lauren comes into the room with magazines in her hand.

   She sits them on the table before joining me on the bed.

   "Amiyah are you okay?" She asks.

   I look at her before smirking.

   "You think that was believable?" I say to her.

   She giggles before nodding her head.

  "Absolutely, but I dont know how you do it aren't you a little hurt?" She questions.

  "No I'm used to it, it's been that way since I was your age. Once I was old enough to take care of my self they didn't try to hide the fact that they didn't want me." I tell her.

  "But I thought they wanted a lot of kids?"

  "They did but I'm wasn't supposed to be a girl, they hoped for a boy then my mom found out she couldn't have any more kids so they couldn't try again," I reply.