meant to be yours | d.w

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"Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future"

A/N: I know, I know, it took forever for me to get this chapter out but I promise I'm going to be more consistent. The chapters are going to start getting a bit longer, but I can assure you it will be worth it. Thank you all for commenting, voting, and reading my story! It makes my day<3

Kristina Evans

1947

Jared was nothing short of reckless, but to say I wasn't would be a lie. It had been a good ten months since we first met, beginning today.

We were always on and off. One moment I'd find myself screaming at him in the parking lot, telling him to get the hell out of my face, when in seconds we'd be back at it again. All over each other, groping whatever we could grab onto.

I'd give him the bird and he took that as a "come fuck me I'm sorry."

He'd tell me I was a bitch and I would see that as a sign he still loved me.

But other than being on and off, we were reckless. He'd take me on his motorcycle, and all of a sudden I realized I was living in some provocative teenage fantasy. A world where I could live dreams that I now realized were never dreams, but expectations for the lonely.

People who say their dream is to be free, are just tired of being alone. They say they would rather face reckless excursions that ruin them because pure happiness is an ideal they know they will never experience. Maybe that was a bit of a personal callout, but hypocrites have always been welcome where I'm from.

But of course I didn't know that. Hell, I didn't have a damn clue what I was doing when I was a teenager. In a world where staying on the down low was required, I wasn't serving as the standard, and it set a lot of people off.

I guess that was the stupid thing about me. I just never knew when to quit.

However there was an issue with me and Jared. An issue I was always an idiot about. An issue that my parents would never let go when discussing (usually arguing) about this boy. I managed to keep him a secret for a few months, until word got out through one of my mothers friends.

"Mind telling me what a seventeen year old girl like you is doing hanging with that hood? He's twenty one years old Kristina."

"You're being dramatic, mother."

Tapping her fingernails on the counter, she bit her tongue for a moment before glaring back at her. "You're going to stop seeing this boy, and that's final."

"Can't really say boy with this one mother, might be a little off don't you think?"

When the tapping sound stopped, Kristy saw that as the typical sign her mother was pissed.

"I'm not letting you be some man's whore."

Her mother looked as if she were about to burst with anger due to the frustration her daughter put in her. But she moved past it all, taking a deep breath, and setting everything aside. As long as people didn't find out, they would be fine. It just pained her that Kristina was never affected with the bribery of her financial status. She would live on the streets with nothing as long as she felt high off life in a way.

"Just remember your name Kristina. Trash like that, doesn't belong with people like us. Do you want our name tarnished like that?"

"No." Kristy replied simply, not sure how to respond to her mothers cries to keep their name untouched.

"Well then, you'll do the right thing. And if you don't—actions come with consequences."

Kristy always knew her mothers threats were meaningless. She always put too much damn trust in her, believing that at heart, she would do the right thing. For due to her always having that kiddish light to her, her mother treated her like she was six all her life, that is, until everything changed.