Perfect Encounter (On hold)

Chapter 1

    Valentina

    Life has many aspects both good and bad. The way you go about doing stuff is somehow the most important thing to do, you step on the wrong crack rumors might erupt, the truth is there is no way to please humanity.

So what do you do when every turn is made and everything you do is somehow a mistake?

You stop caring. You stop giving a flying fuck about what everyone else has to say, but it's hard to become that way. It takes courage, and a strong headed person might take years to even become that way when you have the mentality to make others happy even when you are not.

Things happen and there is no way anyone can stop what happens or predict the future. 

Years upon years I've been trying to please everyone around me, it started when I was younger with my parents. Good grades, staying out of trouble, everything that was expected of me.

It became a burden when I was a teen, the way I dressed, talked, and acted, they had to approve of my friends, who I dated, and what I ate. Though they did try, it wasn't always successful. I rebelled and did what wasn't expected of me.

I snuck out, partied, drank, had sex everything a teen would do. I wanted to live a normal life.

It moved on to college. You'd think that because I'm an adult it would be better for me and they'd be less controlling. I was on full scholarship but still needed financial support until I could stand on my own two feet, yet somehow everywhere I'd apply was a dead end.

I later learned that was what my loving parents were doing. My mom wasn't as bad as my dad per se, I believe she was just blindly in love, what papa said goes and no matter how much bruises he left on either of us she would still make excuses.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺." she'd tell me "𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺." it goes on. Excuses kept piling up and I grew to understand he didn't love us, he was a sick man that used us as outlets for his anger, when a business deal went wrong or when he's drunk and felt like it.

I grew up with common sense to know what's right from wrong but mom, she never got it. I'm sure they were happy at one point in life. But that was probably before she knew the monster behind the person.

They tell you everything you want to hear, know and feel. They treat you with care until you're too deep in to get out. We are our biggest predators and most of the time we ignore all the red flags for a mockery we would like to call love. Love is our biggest asset and most times we do it blindly.

When they found out I was pregnant the reaction was not the best. Their supposedly perfect daughter had gotten knocked even worse; she didn't know where to find the father.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌," Papa had said "𝗐𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇."

By then the tears had started flowing, I didn't know what I expected but it wasn't that, I was at the point where I needed them the most to be supportive, offer me help but what I got next was another slap along with getting kicked out "Get the fuck out of my hose with your bastard of a child." He spat and those words alone sputtered any little hope I had for me.