In Liberty city, there is lot of opportunities to live a life but it's not like peaches and cream. Crime, violence, gangs, fighting, shooting, car chases, mafia drug dealers. Guns and sin of pride and greed in one huge city. Stan a 16 year old teen...
Somewhere in Miami Florida there was another city called Vice City. Dasha and her best friend Nika were able to find a place together there after leaving Liberty City 2 years ago. Ever since I left without telling Dasha, she wasn't able to keep up with her job to pay the rent.
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2 years ago...
While Dasha was at work, Fox, Falco and I had time to move out my stuff from my old room as soon as possible since it wasn't working out of getting along with her after our mother left 2 days ago to Russia to help fight off the terrorism there.
"Look, I can't stand it. She changed and there is no common ground here anymore." I explained as I put a box in the moving truck.
"Dasha is your sister. Should you reconsider?" Fox asked.
"She is not my sister. I was adopted. That's a huge difference." I spoke.
"Is this about her calling you a no-fur when you were younger?" Falco asked.
"No, it's more than that. She changed in general. She is not the same person as before. She doesn't care about being civil with me or Natalya after she graduated high school. She wanted to party, not be home with us. And every time I tried to talk or hang with her, she thinks I'm a pest. And she thinks she's always right at everything just because she's older." I explained as I took the last box out of the room.
"Don't you talk to her about how you feel about that?" Fox asked.
"Why should I? She would discriminate against me if I told her how she was to me anyway. You are lucky you two have your biological families." I spoke.
Fox and Falco remained silent as I headed back to my old bedroom and looked around for anything I needed to take and to make sure I won't leave anything behind. After I checked, I wrote a note for Dasha of why I left and told her that I will be fine going independent from now on, and taped it to the bedroom door before I left with Fox and Falco to my new apartment to rent in Bohan.
Later as it was evening, Dasha came home from work with some dinner for both of us.
"Stan, I'm home!" Dasha shouted.
She was confused since it was too quiet.
"Stan, did you hear me?!" She asked as she looked around the hallway.
"Look, Stan. This silent treatment has to stop sometime later. I know it's hard and you're upset with me during our heated argument. But I'm working my ass off to keep this family together while our mom is away." Dasha explained as she went to my bedroom and saw the note I wrote.
After she read it. She was worried and upset about me leaving without telling her. She started to see the reasons why. 2 weeks after I moved out, Dasha tried to contact me and tried to find me to apologize for how she was to me earlier in the past and lately. But she wasn't able to succeed, she fell into a depression that she couldn't keep up with her job at Verizon Communications and had to move out since she wasn't able to pay the rent any longer. Nika helped her get back on her feet and moved to Vice City to start over until Dasha decided to go back to try to find me again.
