Fifty Shades of A Rose in Bloom (Wattys2015)

Chapter 1

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So this is my first time ever posting here on wattpad, i'm normally on FanFiction posting my stories. But i figured what the hell why not. There are some errors and I understand that but i don't have time to edit since i am still writing this story on FanFiction.

I do not own fifty shades of Grey. All Credits go to E.L.James.

My name is Anastasia Rose Steele, I’m 18 going on 19 in less than 2 weeks. Over summer vacation I moved in with my aunt Elena, well she isn’t really my aunt. My mom and Elena we’re best friends from the time they we’re 3 years old until a month after I was born. I guess my biological father Frank Lambert died 2 days after I was born on the way to the hospital to pick me and my mom up to take us home. On the way there he was hit head on by a drunk driver, from what my mom told me he died on impact.

Well because of all that my mom didn’t want to live in Seattle anymore, so she moved to Georgia. When I was around 1 years old she met the man that I will forever call daddy. My mom and Ray dated for about 6 months before they got married, soon after he adopted me as his own.

Everything was perfect until just around my 18th birthday, both my mom and Ray started to get sick. They weren’t always sick at the same time, it first started with my mother. She would get the sweats, then she would be freezing. We all just thought it was the flu, because as soon as she started feeling better my dad would get it. It went on and on for weeks, no months until I finally spoke up and told them they needed to see a doctor.

After seeing about 5 different doctors, they were both diagnosed Mesothelioma. The doctor had said that they most likely got it from working at the factory breathing in all the chemicals from making brake lines.

Well because of that most of my senior year I stayed home taking care of the two of them, I tried my hardest to make it to school as much as I could. All the teachers and staff felt sorry for me, but not sorry enough to let me graduate with my class.

Just as summer begin both my parents took a turn for the worst. By the middle of July they had both passed away, just days from one another. My mom was the last to go and with her last dying breath she told me she loved me. After the funeral I was alone, I had nobody to call my family. Dad and mom whom both came from parents who only wanted one child, also both sets of my grandparents passed away while I was younger.

The bank granted me permission to live in my parents’ house for a month, then they would take over. Since my mom and dad we’re so sick they weren’t able to go to work, so paying their mortgage became an issue.

As I was packing everything up I came across a letter that was address to me. It was in my mother’s hand writing.

My dearest Anastasia,

Ever since the day you were born you have been my light. You are the air that I breathe. I will always be sorry for you not getting the chance to meet your real father, but he loved you so much. I never seen him cry until the day you were born and the nurse put you in his arms. It was hard on me when he passed away so hard that I could no longer say in Seattle, everywhere I turned I seen him.

That is why we moved to Georgia, and not long after I met Ray and well you know the rest. I have made arrangements with a dear friend of mine. Elena. Remember when I used to talk about her? Just before I wrote this letter I got ahold of her and explained to her everything. She has agreed to take you in, she has also made arrangements for you to return to school so that you can complete your senior year of high school. She will give you the life that your father and I can no longer give you.

Your father and I want you to be happy and always remember that we are always with you. And as you get older we will be there with you every step of the way. From the day you find your true love and marry him, to the day you have your own children and so on.

I have to go now baby, just remember I love you.

Your mother. Xoxo

I try to wipe the tears from my eyes but they don’t seem to be stopping, I lay down on my parent’s bed and curl up into a ball. Why did they have to die? Why did they have to get sick? So many questions are running through my head, it’s just not fair that they had to leave me like this.

I spend the rest of the day curled up on my parent’s bed crying myself to sleep.