Marinette POV

When I woke up the next morning, I once again ignored Tikki whilst I was getting ready, and snuck out so my parents wouldn't notice me. I was halfway to school when I decided that I didn't want to go, it was that simple. So, I decided to go visit someone instead.

Adrian POV

While I was waiting for Miss Bustier to start the lesson I noticed that Marinette was missing, even though yesterday she said some really hurtful things to me, I am still worried about her, something was clearly upsetting her yesterday so I don't blame her, I mean yeah, I am upset but with life you just have to let go of the negative and keep hold of the positive.

After about 1 hour I decided to ask Miss Bustier if she knew where Marinette was. "Miss Bustier"

"Yes Adrian"
"Do you know where Marinette is miss" at this Miss Bustier looked really confused.

"she's not here" she then took a closer look. "I thought she would have just snuck in late". She then walked out the classroom, I suppose to tell Mr Damocles about her absence. At this point I was completely worried although, by the looks of it not as worried as Alya was. Finally, lunch came around and instead of going to eat with Alya and Nino I decided to go and look for Marinette, because If she was at home her parents would have phoned the school by now and I needed to know that she was safe or else I would not be able to concentrate the rest of the day.

I was about to give up and go back, when I spotted a big of blue in the grave yard, so I decided to check it out.

Marinette POV

Sitting her looking at her grave made so many unwanted feelings appear in my mind. I missed Genevieve so much, she is the only other person who I knew who was like me. Standing right in front of me stood Adrian Agreste. He looked worried, which surprised me after what I had said to him yesterday.

"Marinette have you been here all morning, everyone Is worried" he said looking rather worried still. All I did was reply "yes". I then caught him staring at her Grave stone. It read: here lies Genevieve Dupain-Cheng, Daughter and sister dearly missed.

"I didn't know you had a sister" he said looking sympathetic.
"yeah, I did, yesterday was the anniversary of her death" I replied maybe a bit to bluntly.

"Oh, sorry" he replied looking rather awkward. "How did she die" he asked suddenly looking curious. I decided against my better judgement to tell him. "okay, if I tell you don't interrupt" all he did was nod.

"My parents and I didn't move to Paris until after she had died. One day when we were about 6 we were out playing in the woods by our house when a man came up to us, questioning why we were out by ourselves at such a young age. We didn't think anything of it and told him we only lived about 5 minutes away." I took a deep breath, then carried on. "We were walking home when two men jumped out from behind some of the trees, and grabbed us, they were so strong, I tried but they wouldn't let go" tears were now streaming down my face and I couldn't tell if I was shaking or not. "We weren't the only ones they took, there were probably around 20 other girls and they were all twins as well. We were there for about 6 years I think I don't really remember much from when I was there, all I know Is that they would beat us and other do other stuff as well, and sometimes different men who they owed money to would come to be repaid." By now I knew I was shaking. "We were about 12 I think, when Genny decided that she had to get us out of there herself. So, when the men came down that evening she snuck his mobile out of his pocket after he had discarded his trousers on the floor. Once they had left our cell she phoned the police. But I think that they must have over heard the phone call but straight after she had hung up, they just kept on hitting us until we were unconscious." I took and deep breath before continuing. "when I woke up in the hospital my parents were there but Genny wasn't. I had been in a coma for 4 months. They told me that we were both rushed to surgery upon entering the hospital, they also told me that 2 hours after we had been brought in she died. She died and I couldn't say goodbye, I couldn't even attend her funeral. She's gone and I'm alive. I don't understand why she died and I didn't she even back then she was so much better than me, always confident and happy to be herself." I paused. "Anyway, a year after I was rescued we moved to Paris and my parents bought the bakery, we moved to Paris because Genny had been buried here. She always dreamed about coming to Paris, so she was buried here and we moved to be closer to her." Once I had finally finished talking Adrian pulled me into his arms and just held me as I continued to cry, but he still didn't say anything. And before I could stop myself I blurted out "and to make it all worse my parents aren't even my real parents."