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"Every villain has a story"
Not everything in life was handed to you. She learned that the hard way.
She fought everyday to survive.
She fought through the pain
The sorrow
The heartbreak
She fought as if it was going to be her last.
Roseline...
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" welcome home "
woww. thats like the only thought that came to my mind. The place is beautiful.
" cool. you guys have a nice home "
" its our home, rosie " i snap my head once he said that name.
" dont call me that " i said coldly . No one calls me that, the last person who called me that was him. He looked alittle taken back by my sudden out burst.
" Im sorry, i- just pleas dont call me that " hes face sofen like her knew why i dont like that name. If only he knew.
" im sorry about mom princesa, i wish i had found you guys sooner. "
" yeah i know. NOW lets not get all mushy, im hungeryy " i said in a more firendly tone, while jumping around trying to find the kitchen. xavior just laughes.
"ok this way ur highness"
"dont say that unless u want to be my slave" he lauges even harder, while leading me to the kitchen.
" soo. where are my other brothers that i cant remember, is it 'ditch the sister u havent seen in 12 years day' ? " i said sarcasticly, erning a playfull glare from xavior.
"wills at work and the other 3 dogs are out with friends, and dad is on a business trip"
great i can go rad there closets for some hoodies befor they get back. what. i like oversize cloths. i smile wicktly thinking of what i plan to do to there closet.
" so what you want to eat princesa"
. . .
It been two hours since i have arrived. two freaking hours. Xavier had left for some urgent work thing an hour ago.
i litteraly have noting to do. i mean i already stole every single one of my brothers hoodie since they are not home, and unpacked everything.
Well everything I had. My closet is litteraly huge. There's even a couch in there. Like who the fuck needs a couch in their freaking closet.
Rich people, that's who.
usually, back at home, if i had any free time from fighting, i would spend the day with my mom, or go to the race track. I would totally go race right now but i didnt get my cars shipped yet, and i have no idea if there are any race tracks near by. so i decided to go shopping for some cloths and stuff.
I grabbed my phone and the black cared xavior gave me.
