Believe: a Magcon Fanfic

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Maya POV:
"Cam, I used to live in this house until a year and a half ago when I moved to Cali to get away from everything. I can't move back into this house it brings back too many horrible memories. Remember when a little me would come to you for protection? I thought I was doing something illegal so my dad was beating me and he would tell the cops so I changed my name to Maya. You knew me at first as Elizabeth, so I flipped my middle and first names. I used to be Elizabeth Maya Smith, but now I'm Maya Elizabeth Smith. My mom would always try to get on you when she was drunk. Now all you have to tell me, is when and why my parents moved out of this house." I said sobbing
"They didn't move. They found out that you had moved and looked all over the city looking for you. They were so messed up that your father hadn't remembered his own mother's death and they went to her old house to find a middle aged man said that your grandmother died in a nursing home a few years back. They ended up getting hit by a truck and dying on the streets. The bad part about that was that the last thing he said to you was call you a worthless bitch and everything. He never got to tell you the truth about what he felt for you. He truly did love you. He would tell me every day. He never bothered to tell you because of his appearance. He never thought anyone could love him if he looked like he did." He said back "I had to move to Cali for Magcon just before school had started again. If I had known you were the little girl who cried every night for help, I wouldn't have bullied you all that time. I really had no clue that you were that little Elizabeth who came to me asking for ice to cure her bruises. She had scruffy hair and was like really short.." He continued saying
"Thanks" I said out of sarcasm
"Haha sorry.. Anyway, you have changed Maya. You had stopped coming to me for help. You grew a LOT. You're hair became more.. well.. tamed."
"Bruh"
"Well I mean it's true"
"I guess"
We just continued talking after that in the little treehouse until midnight. Then we just went back to his old place for the night and decided to head back to California. Too many bad memories here in Minnesota.