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15 - 'were all moved in'

username: guys. leave them alone.

"Oh shit." I mutter, placing the tattoo gun on the table. I grab his phone and hand it to Colby, who's eyes widen as he reads.

"Oh shit," he echos, handing Mattie his phone back.

"Looks like the news is out. Wonder how mom and dad are gonna react to this." I roll my eyes, wiping off my freshly tattooed skin. As if they heard me, my phone rings in my pocket. "Can you grab that for me, please?" I ask Colby, turning so he can grab it.

He presses answer and places it between my shoulder and my cheek. 'love you' I mouth and he smiles, face brightening slightly. I notice Mattie go back to drawing new designs.

"Yes, mother," I answer, squeezing some ointment onto my gloved hand.

"Have you seen the picture?" Her stern voice comes through. "How could we have been so stupid? Now they all know that you're our daughter."

"Wow, thanks mom." I roll my eyes again. It seems like that's all i do around her.

"This is not the time for sarcasm, young lady! Your father and I don't want it to be known that we raised you."

"Honey, you raised me?" I laugh. "That's historical. Christopher raised me. And let them know. Let them know that even though my parents were shitty, and got me in to drinking at 13, that I turned out amazing. I own my own studio, I have an amazing boyfriend, amazing friends, and I got away from you. Let them know that even if they have shitty parents, they can still be successful. So you can say that you birthed me, but you don't have to worry about anyone thinking you raised me. I'm gonna make it known that i'm your daughter."

I yank off my glove and hang up, tossing my phone on the counter. I stay silent as I stick the saniderm over my skin. The clean black lines that read 'you're my second daughter, Oaks.' in Christopher's handwriting are now permanently etched into my arm.

"Baby," I hear Colby whisper, his hand resting on the small of my back. "You okay?"

I nod and turn into him, wrapping my arms around his torso. "Yeah," i mumble into him. "I just wish i could understand why they hate me so much."

"They don't hate you, baby. They have a different way of showing their care for you. You may not be able to see it, but deep down, they care a lot about you." He kisses my head softly.

"I love you, Cole." I smile. "I love you, Oakley." he smiles back.

"Okay. Now that that's over and we're closing, we got to get done packing. We move in tomorrow." I smile wider.

"Oh my God. I'm kind of excited." He laughs lightly.

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leeblake: hey, guys. so a picture was recently posted that showed Colby and I at lunch with Jerry and Kimberly White. there has been a lot of speculation as to whether or not i am their daughter since no one knows what their daughter looks like now. i'm here to say that yes, i am oakley blake white. i had a really bad childhood and did not want anyone to know that i was brought into this world by these two horrible parents. i don't quite understand why these drama people love exposing personal things to the world, but here we are.
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It's been a month since we first moved in. We are now fully unpacked. Colby and I have the master bedroom, but most of the rooms are the same size. We have a walk-in closet, which I am ecstatic about.