Recap

Emily found out that she didn't share a father with her younger siblings.This chapter mother tries to help out.

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Emily pov

My mom came walking into my room saying some shit about my biological father, but I didn't hear her over all my sobbing. She noticed and sat next to me rubbing my back until I calmed down. I get panic attacks easily.

"You know your father was a brave man. He died in a fire trying to save a homeless women. Before I left that town I had you. He would be so proud of the women you have become today, just realize that. And the thing with your stepfather is that he was jealous that Lily wasn't my first child. That's all sweetheart." She says.

"Mom leave, please. Step-father was going to abuse me, even if I was his daughter."

My mom leaves me alone to think. I think best during my dreams, so I fall asleep.

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I wake up in this mysterious place, it's a flower garden. There are poppies, roses, lilys, and tulips. I love it here. 

I move to get up from where I am sitting, when I look down at the dress I am wearing. It is a red, strapless dress with white lace on the bottom.(above) I am wearing red, white, glitter, and swirled heels.(below)

I balance myself and get up. While I am looking around I see a figure leaning against a tree. I get into my stance ready for a fight, because that is how all my dreams go. The figure just put their hands in the air as a surrender.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I ask forcefully.

"You know who I am. My question for you is how did you get here." a familiar voice answers.

"This is my dream. Now show yourself, so I know you are not my stepfather."

Seth suddenly steps into the light, and I can feel my cheeks going a bright red. He slowly walks over to where I was standing and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"So your a human, I am very surprised you haven't died yet for your skill." Seth stats.

"I don't know what you mean. Are you not human? And what skill?" I answer.

"Oh my dear, I am more of demon than a human, and as for that skill you should ask your mother. As she should have it to, unless your father had the talent."

"Well that sucks then because my father died before I even knew him. Why are you even in my dream, you make no sense."

"Oh. You think this is your dream. No this place is my memory palace, my safe space, my home."

A/N

Ok, I know it has been a while, so I am sorry. I want to warn you that I had finals last week, so I didn't have time to write anything. I am going to go through and edit some details to try and make the chapters longer, I would advise rereading those chapters. It's Christmas Break so,

Merry Christmas or Hanukkah and A Happy New Year.

~hellofriend1231p~