p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Writers Note: This chapter will be written in Lyla's point of view. /p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongPresent Day./strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I can feel the ache all over my body. I don't know where this is coming from, but I know it can't be good. Never is. My grandma is still asleep. She hasn't been feeling very well lately. I'm 19 years old and ever since I turned 18, I feel like there's something my grandma isn't telling me. While she sleeps, I tend to look around in the house. Trying to find pictures. Something that will make me know a bit more about my family. My grandma never talks about it, all I know is that she had lost contact with her daughter, supposedly my mother, on the day she came here to drop me. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Do I feel mad? Angry and sad? Mostly hurt? Yes. I don't understand why my parents felt the need to drop me here, make me stay with my grandmother, maybe if there was some sort of explanation, but there isn't one. At least not one that I know of. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"This way I was trying to clean a few things and I found my baby clothes. Including the ones I had when my mother brought me here./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lyla, what is it sweetie?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I found this. And there's this letter here. It has my name." I was holding the envelope in my hand. My grandma looked shocked. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I completely forgot." She says staring at the paper./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma, forgot what?" I ask her while she continues to look at what I had in my hands. "Grandma, is this important?" I ask her, but she seemed too shocked to be able to reply./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""How could I forgot. Your mother, she left that letter with you. She told me to give it to you soon as you completed your 18 birthday."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma, I'm already 19. How could you forget?" I was scared, this letter could possibly explain everything, take my doubts away. Understand why my mother left me./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"My grandma goes away leaving me alone in the room. I had to do it. I had to read it. I was already one year behind. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emDear Lyla... /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emMy love for you has no explanation. You are my everything. My only child. For one year, I gave you everything but now, I can't continue doing this. Never doubt that I love you. I will always love you, even if I don't see you everyday, watching you grow. Seeing you becoming a woman. I will always love you no matter what. But it's too dangerous. I can't keep you, not here on Beacon Hills. And I can't leave. So you have to. Maybe you wouldn't understand, not just yet. But in Beacon Hills there's great danger. And with your father's family, comes a big burden. Burden which I can not handle. I'm not even sure what exactly it is. But I can't do it Lyla and for that I'm really sorry. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emLeaving you with my mother was the best choice I thought I could make. I'm sure she will protect you and mostly, you won't live in Beacon Hills. Your father even thought about leaving you with your grandma Lorraine, but it's not safe. Especially not with her. One day you will understand. For now, I just want you to know I did everything to protect you. I love you. Don't ever forget about that. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emWith love, your mother, Natalie./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had tears in my eyes. It was clear that she loved me very much. And what danger could it be that was big enough to make her give up her daughter and let her be raised by someone else. I needed to know more. I needed answers. I needed to go to Beacon Hills. But maybe first, I needed to talk to my grandmother. She probably already knew I was going to do it. She seemed already prepared./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""So, you have questions. And I might have answers." My grandma tells me soon as I get inside the living room./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I want to know more about my mother. Do I have any siblings?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""As far as I know. You are her only child. I can't really help you Lyla. Ever since your mother got married. We grew apart." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now that was weird. She's her mother, she was supposed to take care of her no matter what. And especially support her after a marriage. I love my grandma, she has always treated me right. I know it must have been hard for her. She didn't expected my mother to show up here with me, but if it was to protect me. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I need to know what dangerous is she talking about in the letter. And in order to know that I need to move to Beacon Hills. Even if it's just a few days, until I find my mother./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongBeacon Hills/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"As usually everything is going crazy in Beacon Hills. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now this seems a strange town. There's barely any people on the streets. Everyone seems to act scared and somehow it seems really dark here. I have no idea where to go. Where does my mum even lives?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I walk and walk, I try to ask someone for information, but I barely see anyone. Somehow I end up near Beacon Hills High School. I decide to get in. Maybe someone inside could know my mother, or someone close to her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hi! I was wondering If I could get an information."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hello there. Please fill up this papers. If you come from another school, write it down, and your file will be transferred."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Oh no, I'm sorry. There must be some sort of mistake. I already finished high school. I just got here and school was the first place with lots of people that I found. I'm trying to find someone."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Not sure we will be able to help you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I was desperate so as the woman walks away I just shout. "Natalie Martin". She turns around immediately. Yes, she must know who she is./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Did you said Natalie Martin?" I nod. "She's a teacher here. I can see if she's around and I will call her." I can tell for the first time, the woman actually noticed my feature, rea hair, blue eyes. I wonder if she was suspicious. Actually I wonder what people who knew me during my first year of life, thought when suddenly I wasn't here anymore./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sorry. But she's not here today. I could leave your name here and phone number and tell her to call you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""No. It's okay. By any chance could you tell me where she lives?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sorry, we are not allowed to tell. But she's coming here tomorrow, maybe you could return tomorrow. She's going to be here all day I believe."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Okay. Thank you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had to admit I was disappointed. But at the same time, I was relief. Maybe I wasn't prepared just yet to finally see her. Now I have until tomorrow to prepare myself. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""LYDIA?" I notice this boy walking towards my direction and seemed to be calling me Lydia. I turn around and he seems shocked, surprised, and disappointed when he sees my face. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine, you look a lot like her. Just the eyes, she has green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, yours is closed to that, but with more red tones. And blue eyes. I'm sorry."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now that was a good observation. "You seem to pay a lot of attention to that girl's hair." I say, in a jokingly way. "It's okay. My name is Lyla by the way. What about you?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm Stiles."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Well nice to meet you Stiles." I say and I leave. He seemed to just stay there looking at me as I go away. He seemed confused. I wonder why. /p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongPresent Day./strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I can feel the ache all over my body. I don't know where this is coming from, but I know it can't be good. Never is. My grandma is still asleep. She hasn't been feeling very well lately. I'm 19 years old and ever since I turned 18, I feel like there's something my grandma isn't telling me. While she sleeps, I tend to look around in the house. Trying to find pictures. Something that will make me know a bit more about my family. My grandma never talks about it, all I know is that she had lost contact with her daughter, supposedly my mother, on the day she came here to drop me. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Do I feel mad? Angry and sad? Mostly hurt? Yes. I don't understand why my parents felt the need to drop me here, make me stay with my grandmother, maybe if there was some sort of explanation, but there isn't one. At least not one that I know of. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"This way I was trying to clean a few things and I found my baby clothes. Including the ones I had when my mother brought me here./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Lyla, what is it sweetie?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I found this. And there's this letter here. It has my name." I was holding the envelope in my hand. My grandma looked shocked. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I completely forgot." She says staring at the paper./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma, forgot what?" I ask her while she continues to look at what I had in my hands. "Grandma, is this important?" I ask her, but she seemed too shocked to be able to reply./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""How could I forgot. Your mother, she left that letter with you. She told me to give it to you soon as you completed your 18 birthday."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Grandma, I'm already 19. How could you forget?" I was scared, this letter could possibly explain everything, take my doubts away. Understand why my mother left me./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"My grandma goes away leaving me alone in the room. I had to do it. I had to read it. I was already one year behind. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emDear Lyla... /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emMy love for you has no explanation. You are my everything. My only child. For one year, I gave you everything but now, I can't continue doing this. Never doubt that I love you. I will always love you, even if I don't see you everyday, watching you grow. Seeing you becoming a woman. I will always love you no matter what. But it's too dangerous. I can't keep you, not here on Beacon Hills. And I can't leave. So you have to. Maybe you wouldn't understand, not just yet. But in Beacon Hills there's great danger. And with your father's family, comes a big burden. Burden which I can not handle. I'm not even sure what exactly it is. But I can't do it Lyla and for that I'm really sorry. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emLeaving you with my mother was the best choice I thought I could make. I'm sure she will protect you and mostly, you won't live in Beacon Hills. Your father even thought about leaving you with your grandma Lorraine, but it's not safe. Especially not with her. One day you will understand. For now, I just want you to know I did everything to protect you. I love you. Don't ever forget about that. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emWith love, your mother, Natalie./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had tears in my eyes. It was clear that she loved me very much. And what danger could it be that was big enough to make her give up her daughter and let her be raised by someone else. I needed to know more. I needed answers. I needed to go to Beacon Hills. But maybe first, I needed to talk to my grandmother. She probably already knew I was going to do it. She seemed already prepared./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""So, you have questions. And I might have answers." My grandma tells me soon as I get inside the living room./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I want to know more about my mother. Do I have any siblings?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""As far as I know. You are her only child. I can't really help you Lyla. Ever since your mother got married. We grew apart." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now that was weird. She's her mother, she was supposed to take care of her no matter what. And especially support her after a marriage. I love my grandma, she has always treated me right. I know it must have been hard for her. She didn't expected my mother to show up here with me, but if it was to protect me. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I need to know what dangerous is she talking about in the letter. And in order to know that I need to move to Beacon Hills. Even if it's just a few days, until I find my mother./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongBeacon Hills/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"As usually everything is going crazy in Beacon Hills. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now this seems a strange town. There's barely any people on the streets. Everyone seems to act scared and somehow it seems really dark here. I have no idea where to go. Where does my mum even lives?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I walk and walk, I try to ask someone for information, but I barely see anyone. Somehow I end up near Beacon Hills High School. I decide to get in. Maybe someone inside could know my mother, or someone close to her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hi! I was wondering If I could get an information."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Hello there. Please fill up this papers. If you come from another school, write it down, and your file will be transferred."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Oh no, I'm sorry. There must be some sort of mistake. I already finished high school. I just got here and school was the first place with lots of people that I found. I'm trying to find someone."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Not sure we will be able to help you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I was desperate so as the woman walks away I just shout. "Natalie Martin". She turns around immediately. Yes, she must know who she is./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Did you said Natalie Martin?" I nod. "She's a teacher here. I can see if she's around and I will call her." I can tell for the first time, the woman actually noticed my feature, rea hair, blue eyes. I wonder if she was suspicious. Actually I wonder what people who knew me during my first year of life, thought when suddenly I wasn't here anymore./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sorry. But she's not here today. I could leave your name here and phone number and tell her to call you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""No. It's okay. By any chance could you tell me where she lives?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sorry, we are not allowed to tell. But she's coming here tomorrow, maybe you could return tomorrow. She's going to be here all day I believe."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Okay. Thank you."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had to admit I was disappointed. But at the same time, I was relief. Maybe I wasn't prepared just yet to finally see her. Now I have until tomorrow to prepare myself. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""LYDIA?" I notice this boy walking towards my direction and seemed to be calling me Lydia. I turn around and he seems shocked, surprised, and disappointed when he sees my face. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine, you look a lot like her. Just the eyes, she has green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, yours is closed to that, but with more red tones. And blue eyes. I'm sorry."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Now that was a good observation. "You seem to pay a lot of attention to that girl's hair." I say, in a jokingly way. "It's okay. My name is Lyla by the way. What about you?" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm Stiles."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Well nice to meet you Stiles." I say and I leave. He seemed to just stay there looking at me as I go away. He seemed confused. I wonder why. /p
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