Stella's POV:

Yesterday was quite an eventful day.

I met Justin, I went out with Harry and I had my first kiss.

Well more like my first two kisses from Harry but you get the point.

I tried to call Ty, but I couldn't bring myself to press the call button.

The guilt had been killing me and I barely got any sleep.

Besides, I have to go see my parents in jail today and that just made me worry even more.

I kept telling myself everything will be okay, but what if it won't be?

What if my parents don't sign it?

But I decided I couldn't keep basing everything on the maybe's and what if's and I'd just have to see what happened later on today.

I'm currently putting my leggings on and then Harry and I will drive to the jail.

I look at myself once more in the mirror and I decide I look alright.

I'd become quite good at putting my outfits together.

I put on some blue leggings with black printed design on them, a white shirt, black blazer and some black combat boots. I let my hair down and put some light make up on.

Simple but stylish I guess.

I run downstairs to find Harry sitting on the couch looking at his phone.

"Hey, I'm ready." I said.

"Alright, then let's get going." He said and we left his flat.

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"Wow, jail seems so...depressing." I said, looking at the grey building.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Yeh, it actually is."

We walk in and speak to a police officer.

I tell him I'm here to see my parents and he takes me to the window where I can speak to them.

I suddenly felt really nervous.

This was it. I'd have to face my parents after running away without saying goodbye.

And I'd just come back to ask them to sign something.

I felt really bad for just coming back for this, but then again they're the ones who decided to put my in the Foster home in the first place.

I looked at Harry, and he could tell I was worried.

"Hey, just go ahead and tell them what you have to say. It'll be fine." He reassures me but I just smile weakly at him.

Harry walks back to the waiting room and suddenly I see both my parents come to the window where I'm at.

All there was between us was glass.

They looked shocked when they saw me.

"Stella?" My mom says and I just stare at her for a second or two.

"Yes, it's me." I say bluntly.

"What are you doing here? You have a lot of explaining to do young lady! How dare you just-"

I cut her off by laughing bitterly.

"I  have explaining to do? You're in jail. And I ran off to Jane because you've never cared about me. And how dare you keep us alive by selling drugs? I was ashamed of you before I found out, but that just did it. I was so done with you and dad always leaving the house. Jane raised me like the mom I never had, and after she left I had no one but me. So before you even dare get mad at me, just think about all the crap you made me go through." I spoke, and I suddenly felt like this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and it felt so good.

They were both flabbergasted.

"I-I.." My dad said, not knowing what to say.

"Stella, we need to tell you something." My mom said, and I raised an eyebrow.

Oh great, more confessions.

"What?" I asked.

"Look, you and Jane uh.." She started, but then stayed silent.

"Me and Jane what?"

"You were both adopted." My dad finished and my mouth was agape.

There was this strange feeling of anger and sadness inside of me.

But then the anger took over.

"Then why would you even adopt us if you were going to treat us that way?! We could've been adopted by better parents! We could've-" I stopped mid-sentence because I realized Jane might not be my real sister.

"Wait are you saying Jane isn't my real sister?" I asked.

"Look, your parents died when you were about six months old and Jame was about three or four years old. They died in a car crash and we were part of the Foster Care center. They told us they would pay us if we adopted you so we did." My dad said.

I was shocked.

"You mean you only cared about the money?! You didn't care about us at all? Jane must've felt horrible not having someone to look after her! Do you-"

"We looked after Jane. We tried, but then we figured it was too much work so by the time she was old enough, we just decided she could take care of you." My mom said bitterly and I tried to hold back my tears.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did.

"Well thank you so much for not taking care of me and for hiding the fact I was adopted and my parents died and Jane had cancer and you were keeping me alive by selling drugs. Thank you very much for making my life miserable. But that's not what I came to ask you." I said.

They suddenly, for the first time ever, looked guilty. They seemed to feel bad.

But I didn't care. Sure I'd forgive them, but I'd never forget what they did.

"Sign this. It's not an option." I said, handing them the contract.

They didn't even hesitate. They signed it right away.

Of course they did.

After all they did, it was the least I could do.

"Wow you finally did something to make me happy, congratulations for not being selfish for once." I say sarcastically.

"And thanks." I add.

I stand up and start to walk away when I hear my mom's voice.

I turn around.

"We're sorry. We really are." They say.

"Yeah, I forgive you because God forgave me for all my sins I guess..." I mumbled, even though it was hard forgiving these two people that never even bothered to love me.

"And Stella?"

"Yeah?"

"How's Jane?" They ask.

"I don't know. But she's got me so it's okay." I say at last and walk away.

This was probably the last time I'd see them, but a part of me I guess I was kind of glad I sort of fixed things.

But the other part of me was about to break down in tears.

Why?

Because I'd never get to meet my parents.

My real ones.

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