Rewarded Struggle

Chapter 3

So this is an update for a new chapter and I changed it up a lot from the first chapter so ur gonna hve to read it again. Ths is For someone who actually read it when I first first started it. SORRY IK THTS ANNOYING BUT IT DIDN'T WORK OUT.  It's not completely changed just a few details. I didn't write for a long time actually cs i didnt think id get anywhere and i still think tht but this is only for one of my closest friends cs she asked me to do ths folow her at 1D_is_me__ and check out her stories its great i promise and vote for it :P.... I'ma just get along with the story then...

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________          Two weeks later and the last bag was already packed in the trunk of a limo I found parked outside my apartment. He claimed he was told to to send me to the house of a women called Samantha who I remembered to be that woman Jessie told me about. At first I didnt agree, cause how can I go alone with my defenseless baby daughter into the vehicle of a man I don't even know the name to. Even though he knew who I needed to go to, it could've just been a lucky guess. If he were to turn out a kidnapper he would have the uper hand being it is his car.

      In the end he called Jessie, and she confirmed I was to go with him. So I did end up in the limo. He was pretty damn angry looking during all this so he wouldve looked like a kidnapper anyway.

   

    Words got jumbled in my head at the size and space on the inside. It's been years since I've seen something luxurious and expensive looking and the last time I have was during my fifth grade school dance that was in a large hall. I never got to see my eighth grade. Or highschool, but I chose not to go to that cause it wouldn't be the same without my bestfriend. I stopped thinking there before I cried again.

    

     One the inside, was a leather couch on both sides and a expensive glass cooler on the end in between them. I sat next to the window and put a sleeping Anastasia on my lap with her bag near my legs.

       

       It was still to hard to believe what was going on. How my life took another drastic turn to the unknown. I didn't know what was to happen, I mean, I witnessed how life can change so fast. All it takes is like a millisecond. I was nine-teen almost twenty and I was going to be living in some rich good-looking guys home. I didnt know what to think. All I knew was that this was for Anastasia and her future. I threw what I had, what I worked hard for, for this opportunity.

  

      Not necessarily everything I gave away my jobs cause  I didn't know how long I was to be gone. But I didnt, wouldn't give away my house. If I did, it would seem like I was going to settle in to a home when I didn't want to. I wanted to make my apartment home. Somewhere I can depend on going back to, cause that's what home is, somewhere you know you will always go back to no matter how far you travel or go. You depend on it. I was once told that wherever someone is thinking of you it's a place to call home, but what if no one is thinking about you? I figured out that answer, by making your own home so I can think of Anastasia so she knows she can come to me whenever she's in need of support cause I'll always be thinking of her. I had a home so I knew what it felt like, but there was no one left for me there so I wasn't a home anymore. It was just a place full of memories happy ones sad ones all kinds. Weird, diffuclt to understand? Yes, but in some twisted way I understood it. In my own way.

    

      If I were to give away my home I would have to be completely and utterly sure I found a new one. That without a doubt I've settled down somewhere else cause it took me years to get where I was.