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Their End, My Beginning novel Chapter 2

*Katherine’s pov (it will be kat’s until said otherwise)

“Whhaaaaaaat!!!!” I screech and run down the stairs.

“Sweetheart slow down, you will hurt yourself. Sorry to disappoint you but I have to go there to... uh... help uncle Nick.”

"But why do we have to stay there, dad? Why can’t we come back? All these years uncle nick handled things by himself and you helped him occasionally while staying here. Why now we have to stay there?”

“Sweetheart, some questions are better unanswered.” Dad turns to Ry. “Ryder, son, go back to your parents they will explain things to you. After you have grown older, come visit us.”

“But un-” “No buts. Son, go home.” Ry was interrupted by dad and forces him to go to his house.

“I am ready with suitcases.” Announces mom after arriving to the hallway where we were standing.

“Mom, you knew about this too why didn’t you tell this to me. Why did no one tell anything to me?”

“Sweetheart go wash yourself and wear the dress I picked out for you it will look cute on you.”

“Mom, don’t change the subject.” By now tears started building up in my eyes.

“Don’t you want to see your best friend?” I nod with tears falling from my eyes.

“Sweetheart I know this might be hard for you but right now we don’t have any other option before us when you grow up you will understand why. Now go and wash yourself and come down.” I ran upstairs after knowing there’s nothing that can change my parents’ decision.

………..

“Kattyyyy.” yells my bestie and ran towards me.

“Mandy.” I call out half happy and half sad and walk towards my bestie. She noticed the unhappiness on my face but didn’t mind it. I thought she would ask a lot of questions about that, but all she did was hug me and I return the hug but tightly.

Later she asked questions on that and I told her everything. Finally, dad promised me he would take to Ryder someday.

………….

“You lied to me!!!!!!!!”

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