Texts from dad

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I opened my phone and went into my messages. It was a text from him. From my dad.

Dad: I see this picture of you and two boys. Your aunt sent it to me. Wherever you are, I will find you. You will regret running away you little b*tch.
Morgana: Why do you care? You almost kicked me out, what does it matter to you if I'm gone or not?
Dad: You can't be happy. You were born to die. Nobody should like you. You're just like your sister. If you come home tonight, the consequences won't be that bad. If I have to catch you, be prepared to face the consequences. I'm giving you this one warning. Take the chance and come home, or else.
Morgana: Or else what?
Dad: You will regret living.

To get my mind off of the conversation with my dad, I talked to Marcus.
"Marcus?" I said.
"Yeah?" He responded.
"Do you actually like me?"
"I don't like you. I love you. And whoever doesn't must be blind and stupid. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. You have a wonderful personality. You don't care about my fame like all the other girls do. I love you Morgana. More than any other girl in this world. I would love to call you mine one day."
"Awe Marcus. I love you too. I would love to call you mine too. But would it be okay if we made it official?"
"I'm not sure. I would love to, but how would we tell the Mmers?" He asked. I'm assuming that the MMers are their fans.
"I'm not sure either. How about we sleep on it. We have a long plane ride so we can talk about it then."
"Sure."
"Okay. I have something else to tell you. I don't think it can wait..."
A/N Hey guys! Sorry for such a short chapter! I've decided that I'm not going to post on Saturdays or Sunday's. I might upload tomorrow.

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