Chapter 2

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We make it to our rental house in Bora Bora early that evening. We are staying apart from most of the other houses so that a large portion of the beach near our house is mostly ours. I am really excited to swim and spend some time with my mom.

"Mom!" I call from the patio door, "Are you coming?!"

"Just go without me!" she calls back.

I grab my towel, put on my sandals, and head down the short path that leads from the house to the beach. The sun beats down on my shoulders and the sand burns my feet slightly. Although I still have bruises from my boyfriend, I decided that I don't care if people see; I can't let that ruin my vacation.

Mom comes out a few minutes later and we spend the rest of the day swimming and on the beach.

As the sun sets, Mom and I go back to our rooms in the house and get ready for bed before having a movie night. I really missed doing things like this with her.

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The next morning, Mom and I go back to the beach. A few other families are on the beach, but for the most part, we are alone.

"Eva," Mom says as we sit down for lunch, "I have something to tell you."

I look at her across the table. "What is it?" She sounds worried and it's making me nervous.

"Your dad and I are leaving after we get back home," she says.

"Leaving where?" I ask.

"Well, we're going to go on a tour together and you will be staying home and watching Arabella while we're away."

"Is this why you brought me here? So that you could ease my anger over you leaving?!" I half-yell, starting to get upset.

"No! I-"

"And what about Nick? Is he seriously okay with me watching his favorite daughter?!"

"Eva!"

"Mom, I don't understand how you could do this to me!"

She sighs and lets me run back to the house from the beach. She probably thinks that with time I will forgive her. But she's mistaken if she believes that I'll forgive her after she's leaving without me and leaving me with my evil step-sister, the brat.

I storm into the bedroom that I had claimed mine and sit on the bed against the wall. I pick my phone up off the bedside table and open my texts. I haven't texted Nick in almost a year.

How could you do this? I text, then turn of my phone.

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