After being removed from an abusive household in East St. Louis, Illinois, Cheyenne Johnson starts a new life in Minnesota while being under the care of Minnesota's well-known artist.
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"Where are we going?" She asked her brother.
"You'll see when we get there." He answered with his eyes still on the road.
"Do they know?" She asked, referring to her brother and sister.
"No, and they won't."
"What if they do, Darryl? They already hate me and want to kill me after I told you what they've done to me."
"Cheyenne, they're not gonna hurt you anymore. Don't blame yourself for what Chas and Tommy did to you."
"They've been blaming me ever since Mom and Dad died."
"That still doesn't give them the right to treat you like dirt. You did what you had to."
"Tommy and Chas don't seem to think so. Now they hate more than ever now that they're in the joint."
"Honestly, I rather they spend time in there than being anywhere near you."
After driving for two hours, they stop for a while to get gas and a bite to eat before heading back on the road.
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"What are my new parents like?" Cheyenne curiously asked Darryl.
"Well...he's a known for his music-"
"He? I've been adopted by celebrities ?" She speculated.
"Yeah, but by a celebrity."
"Is he someone I've heard of?"
"You have, but I can't tell you who he is." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Then how will I know?"
"As I said, you'll know when we get there, but I can tell you that he keeps a low profile because he doesn't want word getting out to the press about you or him. Knowing how the press is with telling them b******t stories and invading people's privacy for the money."
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July,11,2000
8:29 a.m.
Cheyenne's POV
Steadily waking from my slumber, I open my eyes in bed, in a bedroom. Getting out of bed, I examined the chamber in awe. The fixtures in here must've cost hundreds of dollars due to the detailing. I don't even have enough clothes to fill the walk-in closet. And the bathroom has a tub in the shower.
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Just as I leave the bathroom, a knock on the door causes me to jump back a bit. Anxiety rush through my veins as they knock the second time.
"Cheyenne, are you up?" Asked a male voice.
That voice. That particular voice sounds so...familiar. I heard it before on television and the radio.
Going to grab the door handle, I slowly open the door to reveal...
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