Undercover Love

Life is never what you think. Its never what you grew up to to know. My life started to go down hill at the age of six. My family fall apart. My mother divorced my father. She moved to New Jersey beaches with me. My dad only had me on the weekends and the holidays. So I would have to take the train or go by car to get to the outskirts of New York (that were my dad Lives) . They said that he wasn't able to take care of me, thats what my mother told me. My father was never able to hold a job down. When I'm with him during the weekends and the holidays he treats me like he never wants to let go of me. He treats me more of a boy than a girl. He tought me how to ride a bicycle, he tought how to play football - soccer - softball - baseball - and basketball, he also tought he how to play the piano and guitar and the electric guitar too, he also payed for kick boxing - gymnastic -painting /drawing - and swimming lessons. My father was more capable of taking care of me. And I don't know where he gets this money from to pay for all of this.

Some of the best time I had was with my father. I had done the most daring and advantagest things with him. We once had climded the highest mountain and scream from the top of our lungs 'WE ARE THE KINGS OF THE WORLD '. We also traveled the world a lot of times. Since I was young and I was home schooled and my father was laid off, we had the time of the world. There for having time to do all of this things together. He usually teached me on the road when we were traveling to our destitution. He would test me when we would complete our mission.

But when I was with my father I didn't know what my mother really do with her time. My father usually says she is working. But what does working mean? I found out one night at my father's house. The phone rang. "Daddy the phone is ringing." I shout from the kitchen island. My dad walk to the phone and kissed me on my fohead. He answered it and after awhile he started to cry. He hanged up the phone and walked to his room. That night I was in the full custody of my father. My mother was killed in War. She goes over seas over the holidays. There for giving my father time with me and someone looking over me.

A couple years past (one year), my father became depressed. I got used to his act. He usually gets drunk everynight. And if I'm lucky, I'm in bed by the time he gets home. But one night I got to caught up in my coloring to notice what time it was. And when it came to coloring when I was younger I had to finish it. The memory feels so fresh that it feels like it was just yesterday.

All the color pencils and crayons were neatly put in color order. My picture I had chosen was a photo of the family. I had printed it out black and white and a color photo too. I was detriment to draw my family from these photos. Less then an hour I had drew my whole family. The only thing that was left was to color it. My drawing was realistically real that it seem that it could come to life. The shade, shadows, and vividly colors that I had placed in the drawing seem to make it come to life. It made me feel that my mother was still alive. The door slamed shut. The crayons and pencils moved slightly. My father tippys more then ever, walks over to me. I knew this wasn't going to end well. When my fathers is drunk it was best to hide anything that brought memories of my mother to my fathers mind. If not he would destory it with his own hands. And many people told me I looked like my mother. That why I go to bed early and lock my door at night. I am scared that he will try to kill me.

"Hello, what do we got here? Hhhhmmm." He walks closer. The smell of alcohol intoxicate me. It suffocate me with its claws. I coughed at the hint of smoke in his clothes to. It seems that he been hanging around the clubs. He ripped the papper out of my hands. "Where did you get this? You are not allowed to draw this. NEVER EVER BRING UP THE HOPE OF A REAL FAMILY UP. Its never going to happen, she gone. Deal with it. And you are should be in bed by now. What have you been up too? " he snarled at me. He scared me so much that I fell out of my chair. I could handle it. I moved slowly to the stairs. Always making eye contact with him. "Where do you think your going? " He moved closer. I gave the door a glance of hope.

I dashed up the stairs. I tripped at the top step. I looked back to see that he was walking slowly up the stairs taking his time. He knew I would be able to escape his rath. I made a quick run toward my room. I tried to lock it but it was too late. My drunk father was already at the door, with his foot between the door and threshold. "Oh no you wont! " he yelled grabing me by the ponytail. I never knew my dad had an evil side. He is the type of person that seems to be kind and lovely. I guess my mothers death got the best of him.

He dragged me out of the room. He picked me upside down. He grabed my feet and let me head hind every step going down. Once we reached down stairs he slapped me so hard that it broke my jaw and left the inside of my mouth bleed. My eye was slowen by the inpack but it still let the tears run freely. My hand automaticly flew to the injury. He had never been so harsh on me but this night he probably drank to much. Once he saw the damage that he made, he took a step back. His shocked face was picking up the details from his mess.

"I am so sorry babe. I didn't mean it. It never wanted to hurt you. I love so much, you know I didn't mean it. Please I am so so so sorry. I would never hurt a single hair on your body. " He held his arms toward me. He was on the edge of crying.

I didn't care. He had gone to far this time. Its over. I ran to my room and locked it. I placed the dresser over the door. I grab the house phone. I ran into my closet and closed. I dialed DYFS, I told as best as I could what had happen with my broken jaw.

An hour had passed and there was a knock on the door. "Who is it? " I asked making sure it wasn't my father. "DYFS. Open up the door its going to be all right. You father has been already taken to the police department. You safe with us. We wont hurt you." Some one said on the other side of the door. I shoved the dresser out of the door way. I open the door a little, just enough to have a good look of who there. A man in his 30's in a all black outfit, bald headed, cooper tone skin, and cop shades on stood there. "Hey, you can come out now there is no one there to hurt you." he said in a calm tone. I opened the door. He dropped down to my level. "My name is Mr. O'Conner. But you can call me Ron. Come here, an let me ta/ke a look at your wound." he said removing my hands off my face. He didn't like what he saw by the looks of his facial expression.

"Come on. Take what ever you need and want. Your not coming back for a long time. So here is two bags. Full it up and when your done just come and call me over. If you need anything I'll be downstairs. " he said handing me two big black luggages. After he left, I started to pack. I knew what was going to happen when I called. I knew that I would be taken away from my father. My father is not able to take care of me, just like my mother said. I pre-pared everything. All the memories in a box. My dolls in a sack. And all my clothes in the bags.

I called Ron over to help me with my bags. I closed all the lights and locked every door and window. Before I lefted I closed all the blinds so no one can see into my house. I placed all my bags in the trunk of his black hunker and hopped in the back of the car. As we rolled away from my house and into a new world, I didn't see that I just changed my future. I ruined and burn away everything I have know since I was young. I fell asleep, I know that because I woke up as we rolled into the hospital parking lot. "We are young in so they can check and fix your face. They are going to make sure you can see out of that eye." he said pointing to my injured eye.

After a hour or so, we left with my face all band -aid up. We rode quitely to his house in New York City. I USE TO live on the outskirts of New York it self. I missed my passed life. As the sky got dark, my eyelids grew heavier. And thats where My Amesome Life started. This is the end to an old story and just the sneak peek at a new one.

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