This last month has moved at a crawl, but somehow I still havent been able to keep up. Grandma was gone and now I was alone. Since there wasnt much time left I decided it would be safest to stay in my room whenever possible. Although, part of the reason might have been that I really just didn't want to be around anyone.
They tried to be understanding. They tried to show me that I wasn't alone in my grief, but the thing is, they dont understand. Even Rick at least had some memories of beinging loved by his family. I didn't have that. I always knew that recieving care came with certain conditions.
Perfection..... But with Grandma...I never had to worry. No matter how angry I made her when we agrued or how slow I was to understand, she always loved me. The trust I had with her didnt appear in a day. Sometimes I would break down completely when I struggled with my studies. Afriad that she would leave me especially after she startd teaching me about her religion. I knew how much it meant to her. I ran myself into the ground chasing perfection for her just like I had done with dad.
When she found out she was furious. It was the first time Grandma had yelled and scolded me. I was terrified that I was going to lose her. I had started crying as I latched onto her arm begging her to forgive me, to give me another chance.... to not abandon me.
Grandma just sighed as she pulled me into her arms. She stroked my hair as she waited for me to calm down before reassuring me that she wasnt going anywhere. That even though I might not believe it right now, she would prove that her love didnt come with conditions. That no matter what she would always love me.
And she did. Everyday. I even started talking back, much to her annoyance.... and pride. I still remeber the first time I talked back. We were in the middle of a spar (more like a one sided beat down, seriously grandma was freakishly strong) and grandma had put me on my butt again as she talked about how could I let a weak little old lady like her beat me up all the time. I shot back at her that she was full of it and all she needed was to turn green and she could join the Avengers.
She tried to keep a straight face but still ended up laughing. I tried for a cheap shot while she wasnt looking but still ended up back on the ground which only made her laugh harder. Of course I freaked out after I came to my senses but it's still one of my favorite memories together.
I spent most of my time perfecting my knowledge of Grandma's religion and the fighting style she taught me. It made me feel close to her even tho she's gone. Dr Kindlin wants to pull me out but with Grandma gone this last month is precarious for me since Rick, Rebecca and Jame's schedules all still line up. If he steps in to make me come out then Dr Davidson might try something while they arent around. If I stay in my room as much as I can then theres less that can go wrong in this last month.
He even has an orderly bring my meals to my room. As for school, I took a test for my GED and passed with perfect scores so I dont have to leave for classes anymore either. Dr Kindlin was both proud of my accomplishment and worried since that meant I was isolating myself further.
On the day I turned 16, Dr Kindlin submitted the evidence he had accumulated and submitted for emergency emancipation on my behalf, apparently the Judge was so appalled by my father and Dr Davisdon's behavior that the Prosecutor is filing for criminal charges against both of them. Dr Kindlin showed proof of my financial stablity from both my mothers inheritance and from Grandma's as well as proof that I have a place to go which is Grandma's estate.
The judge was still concerned about me being able to handle an estate of that size but Grandma's Lawyer showed that the estate is managed through long time employees which are paid through the inheritance I received. After several other concerns by the judge were addressed, the Judge grants my emergency emancipation as a minor a few days later.
The immense amount of evidence Dr Kindlin was able to find over the last two years was though which left my Father and Davidson unable to interfere with the emancipation. Tho they tried and failed according to Dr Kindlin. During the emancipation process I asked for my name to be changed back to Raven and I asked to take Grandma's last name even tho we arent blood related.
Grandma's lawyer was over joyed to hear that as he started on the paperwork right away. Soon I was Raven Renfall, the heiress who inherited Harreitta Renfall's estate. When I packed up my things in my room, I looked around at the places that hold memories with Grandma.
So many precious memories, so many wonderful lessons. The driver comes in to take my luggage. Apparently, Grandma wasnt just wealthy she was live in an old castle with a driver kind of wealthy. She has royalties pouring in from books she wrote, artifacts she rented out to museums, 5 star hotels she owns across the country, and so much more. Her list of assests is insane and she left it all to me.
Her kids didnt get the chance to detest the will after it was proven that they locked her up under false pretenses so other then screeching about how they deserve their mother's things and being an annoyance, they have no power over the inheritance.
I give everyone a hug goodbye. I had wanted to give them a gift but the lawyer said not to or yhey might be accused of being paid off. Everyone agreed with the lawyer, they didnt do it for money anyway. I can feel it in my gut that I wont be seeing them again, but I'll always be grateful and I'll always remember them. I have the driver take a picture of the five of us together. Dr Kindlin, Rebecca, Rick, James, and me as we stand together each holding up a V with two fingers for victory. We pulled it off and now it was time for me to start my new life in Grandma's estate.
Grandma always said there are more books about her religion in her study in her estate so I plan to study it more thoughtly to honor Grandma's wish for a sucessor to her religion even tho I didnt believe in it. Her religion seems to be a mix of many religions so it has imspired to to study reliegions more closely tho I dont intend to get a degree on it.
Aparently, when Grandma was young she use to be a treasure hunter of sorts and was damn good at it too. Finding lost forgotten tombs was her speciality but she stopped because she felt that the people that took care of the tomb after werent respectful of the dead. I'm think of following her footsteps and being an Archeologist and treasure hunter like her, but that's is something I'll decide later, for now I just want to study the religion Grandma loved so much.