Tate and I sit on the floor of my bedroom, is it even mine anymore? The little girl has actually grown on Tate and I she's so young and innocent. I almost don't want her to leave but I know of course that we have to get her out of here for her own good or else someone in this house will make her a permanent resident. "Katie, It's time for breakfast!" yells her grandma up the stairs. Katie stood up from where she was sitting next to Tate and I and scurried downstairs.
"I can't do it," I say to Tate calmy.
"do what?" he asks.
"Get rid of her, I want her to stay."
"Then we won't get rid of her Tate smiles she'll eventually die here and we'll have a new member too this house.
"She'll be ours and we'll be happy," he smiles and whispers in my ear.
we're going to be happy here I know it.
*I'm sorry to say this is the very last chapter I will be writing in this story I never have time anymore and frankly just don't find it fun I'm so glad you guys enjoy it Thank you so much*
