Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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After sending a quick message, informing him I had found my own means of transport to New York. I turned my phone off and buckled in, before I know it, we are in the air and on the way to America. Goodbye England.
As we got further and further away from my pathetic excuse of a home, I couldn't help but think about everything I've had to do to survive. I still bear the scars of my past, both physically and mentally. The latest bruises and cuts still cling to my skin, the latest edition being a huge cut on my leg and my ankle was really bruised up.
It's like when you get asked 'are you okay?' People's usual response is 'I'm fine.' But not me... I'm not okay. My past is a mix of pain and it's all blurred together that when I close my eyes for the slightest bit of peace all I find is chaos. My nightmares constantly jerk me awake and I have to fight for the smallest bit of sleep. The only thing that keeps me going is my sweet baby girl Nia, she's the only light in my dark world.
At one point I thought maybe just maybe things will get better, maybe my mom will stop with all the drugs and never-ending party lifestyle. But she didn't, she crushed my hopes and now all I'm left with are the memories of abuse and the pain that floats in my head like debris in space.
I really must have drawn the short straw. Why was I the one with the bad mother? The mother that endlessly drags one-night playthings through our home as if it's a showroom. The mother that could barely even handle herself and was always on a 'new' drug or getting off her head on alcohol. The same mother that gave me crippling anxiety and that leaves me scared to fall asleep for no reason.
I don't know how I had managed to put up with it for so long, if it wasn't for me finding out I was pregnant with Nia back then, I would have been long gone ages ago.
When I found out I was pregnant it was a shock and it gave me an incentive to never have my baby go through what I have. The nerves were one thing then but they feel almost paramount now knowing I'm going to meet my supposed real family.
I don't know what to make of it, whether I should be excited or scared.
I spot Nia move out of the corner of my eye and I momentarily smile, she is my lifeline, she keeps me on my toes and everyone at the company loves her.
Finding out I was pregnant, was the incentive that made me start getting a few side jobs and reading up on business as much as I could. I knew it was one of the most financial ways to get income and I want the best for my child. So I kept at it and now I hear people walking past me, mentioning my company. Of course, there may have been a few not-so-legal things I had to do but I did what I had to. No one actually knows who I am, even when we meet in person they don't realise.
Thinking of my company makes me wonder what my family does for a living, will they be just like my mother or are they hardworking?
