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He says that like that's supposed to calm me down in any sort of way. Anyone would feel even more anxious around him. This guy might end up murdering her if she somehow pissed him off.

The sound from inside the house came to a complete stop. Then a few seconds passed and I could hear footsteps running up to the door. They sounded light as ever, maybe it belonged to a little girl.

"Who is it?" I heard a small voice ask and I felt my heart melt. It was so adorable but at the same time, I wanted to strangle this kid. Was this my "mom's" real family? Cole was having a bad influence on me, it's almost kind of scary.

But I felt so jealous, even though I didn't know anything yet. I had a feeling that I was going to get let down today.

When I didn't say anything, Cole cleared his throat and stepped up to the door, "Pizza."

My eyes widened and he looked back at me laughing, as we heard her little footsteps depart.

"Why the hell would you say that!?" I asked hitting his arm. "It's better than nothing, " he said shrugging, "Besides, she'll know exactly who we are and why we're here when she comes to the door."

We waited a while and this time I could hear more footsteps approach the door. It was definitely her this time. She opened the door up, and I felt a wave of emotions run over me, seeing her again.

"Umm, I think you've got the wrong address we didn't order a-" her voice trailed off as she looked at us both and her eyes widened. I could see the little girl hiding behind her leg, looking up at me with curiosity in her eyes.

"So we're not getting pizza then mommy?" She whispered, tugging on her mom's shirt. She shushed the little girl and gently shook her off her leg, "Wait inside for a second Liza..." She said coming out onto the porch and closing the door.

Liza must have been another daughter of hers...last time I was here, there was some girl named Tessa...

Cole had gone back to the car, leaving me and her alone to talk. she shuffled around nervously. She didn't even have to say anything for me to get it. She didn't want me here at all.

"Why are you back?" She asked looking at me with her eyes wide. " I did everything I was asked, why are you back here again?"

"So you do remember me..."

"What more do you people want from me? I raised you for how long? Pretending to be your mother. How many years do you think I had to go without seeing my family? Do you know how hard that was for me? And you have the audacity to come back... Not once, but twice."

I felt like I was going to suffocate in the air. She had so much hatred in her eyes, I could feel it piercing into my heart. She looked like I was the worst person existing. I couldn't say anything because what was I supposed to say? It was already clear that she didn't and never did consider me as someone she loved.

"If you'd died back then that would've been such a relief. I was hoping that somehow you'd died early on... You made it so hard for me. The number of times I thought of pretending I lost you or letting you die in an accident..."

Why did she have to say all these hurtful things? I had no idea I was stopping her from seeing her family all these years, it wasn't my fault.

I could see all my moments with her flashing before my eyes, as I felt myself tearing up.

"Don't ever come back here again. I am not your mother, she died already... If you want to see her so bad, you can go die and rot in hell with her too."

My eyes widened, I looked up at her but all I could see was the door slamming shut in my face. This shit hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't expecting it at all. I didn't want it to end so shortly... I wanted to talk to her.

I felt my legs give in and I fell onto my knees, and tears started strolling down my face. She could've at least pretended... Just for a little while.

Why the hell did I even bother coming here?

I felt Cole's arms wrap around me as he picked me up from the steps. He didn't say anything, he just carried me to the car. The entire ride back to his house, he let me cry as he drove.

This felt worse than finding out how my real mother died. I've never wanted so badly to give up on everything.

I was living a complete lie... What would have happened if I'd never met Juls... If it wasn't for me feeling hurt, I would be burdening her still.

Everyone must be sick and tired of me. Why the hell did I have to be the one to survive?

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Her mom be like:

I don't know what layaway look like

bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"

You got me mistaken with your mother, ho 😭😭😂

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