The Truth Hurts.

Since i was a little girl i never imagined an 'us' between a family I always believed it was an 'I', 'Me' and 'Myself'. Never believed in 'Us', 'We' or even 'Our'. I hated sharing at a young age, i hated giving, i always received. My mother and father died, it was a hot and sweaty day and my mum wanted to go out with my dad seeming how i was at my child-hood friend's house for a sleepover. The police told me they were swimming and my mum got caught in seaweed and was dragged under the water. My dad tried to save her but he was sweeped by a wave and washed out to sea. Then the police did investigating and found out i was at Chloe's house. I still remember the loud, stomach curdling banging on the front door. I was watching 'Toy Story' with Chloe and we were scared. I was only 10 when it happened. Chloe's Mum ran to the door and im guessing it wasn't good news as soon as i saw her bright smile fade into a frown. The police sat across from me and said to me in a stern yet calm voice.

"Hello Courtney, Im Ethan, your parents sent me to come and explain they went on a huge holiday around the world" he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me with bright green eyes. He looked about 18, not old but he was a volunteer helper. I was appalled at how stupid he thought i was! I started yelling things at him.

"Im not stupid you know!"

"They would never leave me behind!"

"Tell me what really happened!"

He stared at his clammy hands. Great.

"They drowned" he whispered so only i could bearly hear, pain rushed throught my whole entire body that night. I started sobbing into the Ethan's arms, he was cradling me in a way. I still have that in my mind since that fateful day. I will always remember the look on his face of pain and fear for me when he said i had to go to an orphanage tomorrow and My mum and dad's will would be read out to me. I was hated at the orphanage, it was nothing like 'Annie' it wasn't really run down but more of a hospital with everything that ugly green lime colour. I had the bed at the end closest to the window with iron bars over them. My Carer Mrs.Drowt, wasn't very nice but a little grumpy at times. She fed us some cereal for breakfast, samwhich's for lunch and Soup for dinner. I was always cold during the night, i always heard giggling and my name. I even once heard something horrible from my enemy.

"Courtney's going to grow up becoming nothing but pathetic"

That night i abruptly sat up scaring her and the three other girls. She was a bed away from me and i slowly walked over to her bed and whispered the best thing i could think of.

"You're not real. None of this is"

It scared the living daylights out of her but she didn't believe me.

"You're parents drowned on purpose so they could get rid of you!" She laughed evilly. Two tears passed down my cheek. Who cried more? Her because i punched her in the face. I heard doors opening and Mrs Drowt calling all our names to see if we would respond.

"Emily. Sammi. Jasmine. Crystal. Chelsie. Courtney" she paused at my name. I hid under my blankets quickly and heard painful moans from the girl. I broke her nose and she never messed with me again. Two years had passed and everyone had been adopted except for me, i was waiting for the next parents to reject me again. A middle-aged looking woman sat in front of me and smiled. She asked me to call her 'Susan', she ended up taking me to her house. I stayed there for a few years, she taught me to 'think pink' all the time, she always dressed me in pink too. Susan later told me, when i was 18, that my parents didn't drown and she didn't know what happened. I was furious! Who wouldn't be! They kept it from me for 8 years, i moved out and got an apartment. Susan came by once to tell me the will. She could have when i was 10, i got their mansion i didn't even know they had one, $250,000, AND, a butlers and chefs! I even bought a cute chihuahua called 'Charlie'. Three years later, i became the world's most famous fashion designer. I earned more money because my parents will money was running out and i liked having money. While designing fashion, i travel around the world to go to fashion shows and to find Ethan to tell me how my parents died. So far he wasn't in New York which is where i live, he wasn't in China, France, Italy, England, Malaysia, Africa and Japan! The only place i haven't checked is Australia.

"Stewart!" I call for my butler.

"Yes Miss Meadows?" He uttered as he pushed open my cream doors to my bedroom.

"When are we going to Australia?" I asked, i knew there was the fashion label show i had to go to there.

"Not tomorrow but the day after" he answered, he turned to walk out.

"Oh and Stewart?" I ask him.

"Yes milady?"

"Take the day off" His grin was all i needed as a thank you. Now to get ready, i sat up from my bed and wondered to myself.

How old would he be?

He would be around.... 29. Hopefully i would find him and ask him many questions. He was so nasty for not telling me the truth. I decided to call it a day, i needed beauty sleep because tomorrow i met my auntie. I have many questions for her too...

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A/K

Okay, i decided to make a book different from my werewolf one. This is going to be a VERY interesting book.

- Alia