I slammed the door behind me. Running away from them, from my problem. Running away from the place I used to call my home.

I have been lied to all my life! I thought with tears streamed down my face as I walked by people shoving them out of the way. My hoodie was long gone, but I couldn't careless. This was worse than what that guy could ever do.

The people I used to call my parents, the ones I trusted the most, were lying to me. They lied to my face all these years. All those memories were just trash, freaking trash.

"Hey!! Watch it!!" Somebody screamed as I pushed them.

"Go to hell!" I screamed back my voice cracking in the end as I ran even more.

I need to find a place where I could be alone. Where I could escape my problems even for a while. Somewhere that pain doesn't exist. But that place doesn't exist. It's just a bullshit people make up.

Life isn't the way movies place them to be. You never find your true love, or someone who doesn't hurt you so deep that you know you will never love again. You can never go through your life without a single person hurting you or lying to you.

But I never thought they would lie. That they would hide the truth. That they would build up this fantasy family for it all to come crumbling down because they lied. Because they couldn't face the fact that we weren't their biological daughters.

All my life I have been insecure. Staying in my own bubbled so nobody could hurt me. So nobody knew the real me. Instead they met the fake me. The one who never looks in the eye, who wears hoodie, who is socially awkward.

What I didn't knew is that the people in my own bubble would hurt me more than the people outside.

"I hate you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my legs finally gave in and I fell on the floor.

I managed to find a tree nearby secluded from everyone. I cradle my legs to my chest as I cried my heart out.

My heart hurt. Love is pain. It always has been and always will be. I hate love, but I am always surrounded by it. I see everyone finding their true love and their happy ends, but never I see mine.

I am never finding any love at all. The love I though I had was all a lie. All a bullshit of a lie.

"Blake?" I heard his voice say and I looked at him with so much anger, that I didn't even know who I was.

"You did this to me. You lied! You both freaking lied to me!!" I screamed with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Blake, we love you!! That wasn't a lie. Maybe we didn't tell you for your own good, but we never lied about loving you. We love you with all our hearts." He said and I just cried.

Crying seemed all I could do, but as much as I hate him and was mad at him, I needed comfort. I ran to his arms feeling the warmness spread through me.

"Don't go! Please don't leave me again!!" I pleaded crying in his chest, feeling frail as a glass.

That was just the real me. I was sensitive. Anything you said could send my in tears or in a verbal fight. Right now, I was broken. Like if somebody had been playing with a porcelain doll and dropped her.

"I am never leaving you, honey. What your old parents did won't happen with us." He said and kissed my forehead.

Right then I noticed that I still loved them even if they had lied. They had raised me. Made me who I was. Made me, me. They made me be Blake Isla Arrow. Be my shy self, be self conscious, to just be me. To stare at the wall daydreaming. To write and read till my heart's content. They both made me who I am today.

"It hurts." I whisper, sniffling while he nodded kissing the top of my head.

"I know. But running away isn't the answer, honey." He said and I nodded.

"I am sorry I ran away. I just wanted to be alone. Now I have to apologize to the persons I bumped into earlier. They were pretty mad till they saw my face." I chuckled while sniffing and dad laughed along.

He was my dad. Maybe not by blood but definitely by heart he was. He raised us. He taught me how to defend myself or how to fix a flat tire. But overall, I love him to bits.

"I love you, dad." I mumbled in his chest while I could feel him stiffen as I called him dad.

"You love me?" He asked and I nodded.

"You may not be my father by blood. But you are my father by heart. In my book, it's so much better." I said chuckling.

"Yeah it is. Also, Blake. I love you, too." He said and kissed my forehead.

As dad and I walked back home I realized that they weren't lying. They were just trying to protect us from finding out that our real parents didn't want us. That they didn't care about us and left us in an orphanage.

"Thanks, dad." I said randomly while he looked at me confused.

"For what?" He asked while I smiled.

"For being you. Also for protecting us." I said and he looked even more confused.

"Protect you?"

"You didn't tell us we were adopted because you didn't want us to think that our real parents didn't want us. So thank you for that." I said and he smiled.

"You're welcome, honey, and thanks for forgiving me and your mother."

"I love you to much to let you guys behind." I said with a smile.

Maybe I haven't found my one true love or my happily ever after, but I did find the perfect family. I just now have to find a way to make Ale forgive me and talk to me. Or at least look at me. Also, running away is definitely not the answer.