I stared to Blake as he looked to me, seeming offended.
"I didn't mean it in a negative way, I was just saying-" "Mila, be honest, do you even want a life with me and my husband?" He asked.
I immediately rubbed my face, groaning lightly.
"Yes blake-" "okay, then you need to start fucking acting like it." He spat to me.
"I need you to be our daughter- not a brick fucking wall- you have to talk to us, tell us your past and let us help you." He spat.
I hit my breaking point for the third time.
"Maybe if you wanted a perfect fucking kid, you shouldn't have gotten me!" I yelled to him.
"I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up- I'm sorry that I don't trust you, and I'm so fucking sorry, but apparently you guys need to pick a different kid, because I'm way too fucked up for your perfect family picture." I ended up crying through the sentence.
"Will you choose to atleast try to connect with us-" "I have been Blake." I cried.
"Since day one, it was slow- but I'm trying as much as I can." I spoke through my tears.
"I just don't think that's enough for us, Mila" he spoke to me slowly.
"Okay." I spoke back, wiping my tears.
"Just call the girl you got me from and tell her." I spoke, watching him slowly nod before leaving.
"Mila-" "I need space." I cried out, cutting off Michael.
"You need family-" "no- I don't." I cried.
"I can be by myself, I can do this all by myself. Just please don't make me talk."
