This is me BOOK 3

Chapter 1 catch up

My POV

Hey it's me Anissa batista, I am still living with my father Dave batista. It's been almost four years since I moved out here to Florida with my  dad. My father has officially retired from wrestling and has become a famous actor. Even though dad is retired from the wwe, he still keeps in touch with many of the stars. I still consider some of the men my uncles.

Living with my father has been exciting, we have traveled all over the world. My fathers new career has taken us to Greece, London, Germany, Russia, Australia, Alaska, and even Paris, in just the last couple of years. I adore flying now, even though it terrified me at first. Sometimes dad gets us a private plane, which is a lot more spacious then sharing with 50 other people. 

I am currently where I am supposed to be with my education. It took me over a year to catch up with other children my age, but I did it. I am in the 8th grade and switch between going to school and having a private teacher. With my father traveling a lot for work, it's hard to be in a school setting. I have one teacher that zoom calls me Monday through Friday, for 4 hours each day. I think I learn better from the one on one classes then being in a normal school anyways, but If my dad is between acting jobs, and we are home in Florida, I attend school like everyone else. I have been managing a B+ average, which my father is really proud of. I am enjoying learning new things and developing a passion for history. I became intrigued with all the stories of Columbus, Amelia Earhart, George Washington, and other great men and women. I still have a passion for art. My drawing has improved greatly. I have won drawing competitions in my art classes, and now I am obsessed with painting.

My relationship with my father is very strong. I feel I can tell him anything at anytime. I look up to my dad and he is an amazing role model for me. Besides traveling together, dad helps me with my schooling, he encourages my passion for art, he makes sure we have father/daughter time daily, and he is always there if I need him. We had a few bumps that we dealt with, nothing huge, but it wasn't very comfortable for me to shop for my very first bra with my 6'5, 295 pound, muscular father. Dad also doesn't feel that his almost 14 year old daughter should be interested in boys. I haven't even officially started dating yet, but dad has already stated that I can't be alone with any guy until I am 18 years old

My mother and I are okay now, but we had an extremely rocky past. After my father and mother went back to court when I was eleven, things changed dramatically between my mother and I. I refused to visit my mother if her husband Steve was present, which he always was. My mother refused to follow the custody agreement which stated she could visit me in Florida alone, and my dad would pay for accommodations. With both of us refusing visits, all we had was video calls to stay in touch. The calls didn't last long either, Steve would always interrupt our calls to bitch or complain about me, so I would hang up, which pissed my mother off. She would call me back yelling at me that I shouldn't be so disrespectful. I would tell her to keep her asshole husband out of my business. It wasn't a great time. One afternoon I was talking to my brother Steve jr. who was 2 at the time, and Steve took the phone away from him, and told me I didn't deserve to talk to my brother. We screamed back and forth until my mother started yelling at me, and sticking up for Steve(she always does.) I hung up on her and refused to answer when she called back. I starting ignoring her calls, even when she called my dad demanding to talk to me. Finally she just said she wasn't going to bother calling me until I could be more respectful, and mature. We didn't talk/visit, for almost a full year. 

I got a call from my mother out of the blue, four months before my 13th birthday. She told me She was calling to let me know I had another brother(I didn't even know she was pregnant). She named him Chaz(I asked my mom a few days after Steve jr was born, if she ever had another boy could she please name him Chaz. She never answered me, so I was shocked at my baby brothers name). As soon as I heard my brothers name, I wanted to meet him. I already felt like we had a bond because I named him without anyone knowing(Steve would of had a fit if he knew I picked out the baby's name). Dad flew us out to Ohio a few weeks later, so I could see my new brother, as well as visit my mom and Steve jr. Mom would take both boys to the hotel that  dad and I were staying at, so I could spend time with them. I started talking with my mother at those visits, and she apologized for not communicating with me for so long. She said she wanted to have a relationship with me, but she wanted us to be more like friends. She was tired of all the arguing and drama that occurred every time we spoke. Her new outlook was for her to stop parenting me and leave that up to my dad. She figured me and her could have a better bond just being two girls talking and enjoying each other's company, instead of her being an authority figure. I never though my mother was the issue to begin with, it was and always has been Steve, but mom said if she changed then Steve would too.