Flora feels her heart pounding in her chest as she stares at the contents of the thick brown envelope.

A collection of A4 photos filled her hands, each photo an image of herself and Helia from the previous day. Intimate moments the two had shared, thinking they were alone and yet here she is holding a photo of their first kiss taken by some unknown figure.

The worst thing is, deep down Flora knows who it is, who it must be. The others would never infringe in their privacy to this extent, nor taunt and scare them with such tactics; it can't be a coincidence that the instant her parents are released these events begin to arise.

She carefully slides the photos back into the envelope before putting her shoes on. She leaves Helia's house - her safe haven following the trauma from her parents - to return to the place she feels so strongly against, the place where she'll could get the answers she needs from the people who are responsible.

The walls seemed longer than usually - maybe partially down to the fact that she had not needed to walk to the dreaded street in so long, or maybe down to her sheer anxiousness for her arrival.

Finally reaching her parent's apartment, the contrast between her own home and those belonging to her friend's is greater than ever - the difference being that of night and day.

Approaching the front door only accelerates her ever-increasing anxiety. Her body is already fatigued from the walk, she isn't sure if it can handle such an encounter as the one she is sure to face, but it needs to.

Hurting her is one thing, but threatening to hurt those she cares about - the actions that had been implied by the photos she received - is disputable, something she can not simply just stand for!

With a deep breathe the brunette pushes the front door open, fully aware that the door to the tattered structure is never locked.

If possible, the building looks worse than it had done when she had left, though the atmosphere in the room - the state of it - makes it clear that her parents are in fact back.

"We didn't think we would be seeing you back here, especially not so soon. After everything you've done..." the voice is cold and almost condescending with each word spoken. There is a harsh edge to the voice as a woman - who had once been known as Flora's mother - reveals herself from the darkness she had been submerged within.

"I... I didn't do anything."

"Sure you did. I don't see your sister anywhere. You were supposed to keep her safe! How is it that she just 'mysteriously' becomes ill and you're fine!"

"Are you accusing me of hurting Miele? Of making her ill? She was my sister! I loved her and I still love her now, more than ever! What do you think she'd be saying - thinking - of you if she could see you know? Watch you turning on your family?"

"If she were here than we wouldn't be having an issue. And now, you get that boy involved! He'll realise he deserves much better soon enough."

"Hey! I didn't-"

"Don't pretend! We saw you! What is everyone going to think? My so called 'daughter' going around like some common who-"

"No!"

"And you wonder why you always end up hurt?"

With that, the voices go silent. The only sound remaining being weakening whimpers and thuds on the crooked flooring.

A/N hey guys! Here is today's chapter finally updated! I still haven't had a chance to log onto my laptop so I'm not sure if there have been any spacing issues or layout issues with any of the chapters - if there is then please let me know and I'll make a note of which ones to fix when I log on!

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- Mae xxx