Chapter 6
496 Words
Layla's POV
I wake up filled with emotion. Was that a dream? It felt so real, I think noticing that my panties are wet and my n*****s are hard. I grab them remembering my dream.
Beep,beep,beep, of course my alarm goes off now. Shaking off the wet dream I just had about my boss, I get ready for work.
I head downstairs for breakfast, which I was not looking forward to. That means I would see my parents and I don't want to see my them. My parents Julie and Brad never treated me bad, they just treated me like I never belonged here. My sister May hated me and always treated me bad as well.
As I walk downstairs to the to the kitchen, I see my parents sitting there. This is weird. They never sit down and eat with me. They usually just grab their coffee and leave.
"Layla have a seat" my mother said in an emotionless tone. At that moment my sister walks in and sees us sitting there "well guess I'm not eating" she says as she turns to walk away. "May" mother says "you should hear this to". "what did you do now Layla" she muttered.
"Layla" my father said"you are old enough to know this now" , "know what?" I interrupted
"let me finish child" he barks back." As I was saying you are 21 now and it's time you learned that you were adopted. We adopted you because we thought we can have kids of our own but we were blessed with May " .
"I knew that you weren't one of us" May chimed in. My adopted mother continued "we didnt want to throw you out in the streets as a child because we already adopted you ,so we decided that we were going to continue taking care of you , but you are done with college and you have a job, so it's time that you moved out ".
"What" I said.
"I think it's best you forget about us" my mother said. I just sat there in shock. Jaw dropped and all. I couldn't speak ,I couldn't move.
First I find out I'm adopted and now they want to kick me out. They never want to see me again. Forget about them? How could I ever forget someone being so cruel to me? I'm so confused.
My adopted father handed me a Phoenix shaped locket. "you were wearing this the day you were found at the orphanage" he said.
I grabbed it and looked it over. I noticed an inscription on the back, it read "Layla Stone, my beloved princess"
Stone? is that my real last name? "I asked. "yes" my adopted mother replied. "Now we want you out of the house by tonight, you may pack after work.
As they all got up and left my adopted father said "and we mean it!" .
Where am I going to go? What am I going to do now?
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