My Guardian Angel is the Devil in Disguised

Prolouge

My life has never been a life that I envy or wish to bless upon someone. One bad event would be the breaking-point but also the saving grace to my pathetic life. I was never one to have confidence in anything in my life from my looks to actions but there was one thing that I knew I had and that was heart. I believed that no matter what life dealt me I would take it and make it better by looking at the positive side to life instead of feeling sorry for myself. I prided myself on working hard and then when everything finally fell into place I would be able to celebrate knowing that I worked hard to get where I got all on my own.

But funny how hardly anything good ever fell into place for me. My parents were killed back home because of a robbery gone wrong. A robber ran into their home thinking that he could get away from the authorities. My dad being the macho man that he was heard a ruckus downstairs and went to check it out. Well as we all probably know he didn't make it out of that situation alive. My mom was upstairs sleeping but being the light sleeper that she was jumped out of bed upon hearing the gunshot and ran downstairs and was also met with the same fate.

I never had any siblings and my only other family was in Canada, where I was sent hence the reason why I was never harmed during the robbery. I was sent to Canada when I was 13 because my parents wanted to give me a better life and education so I lived with my material aunt and her husband while my parents stayed back home. This however was not the ideal living situation because my aunt did not like me and my uncle like me a little too much. I never felt loved in that house, I felt more like a maid that was not paid and was constantly groped by my sick uncle. I feel like because my uncle paid too much attention to me that was why my aunt disliked me therefore the ill treatment that I had to deal with. Not to mention her mini-selves needing to remind me how poor, ugly or stupid how I was, although I was the one completing their assignments and still having better grades than them but whatever.

Living with them was one of the worst experiences that I had to deal with in my high school life but was not by far the only one. Because I was of Indian decent in an all-white neighbourhood I was never thought of or welcomed as one of them. I was constantly bullied but I was able to make a few friends and one of them was able to become my boyfriend. His name was Brandon and he was the sweetest guy and I had fallen in love with. I also had a best friend and her name was Lily. They were my saving grace from all my problems at "home", I don't know what I would have done without them. But funny thing about my life is that things never work out the way I want it to, the day my uncle finally tried to make a move on me was the day I left that sorry ass town and the sorry ass people in it. That same day I ran away from home because I could no longer take the verbal abuse from my aunt and the physical threats that I got from my uncle so I ran to Lily's house but she wasn't home so I then ran to Brandon's house and I would never forget what I saw and learned that day.

I found Lily and Brandon together in his bed in the most discriminating way possible and I remember my so called best friend just laughing at me and Brandon just had the dumbest look of life on, where he couldn't believe that he just got caught with my best friend and himself together by his girlfriend. After that day I moved to British Columbia and went to UBC and got my teaching degree and never looked back. I struggled throughout my university career but it all paid off when I received my diploma and I was finally able to help others. I thought everything was looking up until that day that changed my life forever...when I met my guardian angel disguised as the devil.