After Learning Their Lesson they regretted it

My folks, trying to knock some sense into me, faked a DNA test, claiming I wasn’t their real daughter.

My brother, ignoring my pleas, was all too eager to shove me into a mental hospital.

“You’re nothing but trouble, why don’t you just drop dead?” he’d sneer.

And my fiancé, the guy I was head–over- heels for, just stood there, cold as ice, even pulling strings to make sure I suffered in that hellhole.

Five years.

Five years to learn my lesson.

Now, all of a sudden, they want the old, spoiled me back?

“Ashley, what’s with the princess act again? Being out this late, are you trying to make us all worry?”

That’s my brother, Chad, his voice dripping with annoyance on the phone. The Landrys finally let me out of the loony bin.