THE COP AND THE POP STAR

CHAPTER 2: MEET ALYSSA

Alyssa's point of view.

I really feel like I am in some sort of dream. Like I'm living my life but it's not real. It's a dream. I'm asleep. Or maybe I'm in a long coma, and just dreaming all this. I mean how can this be my life?

Me a pop star. Never in my wildest dreams, would I have ever thought that I could go into music. For many reasons.

One I didn't think I was talented, or that I had a good voice. I mean I loved to sing, and I loved to write my own songs. We had a piano in the house, and I saved up my money and took lessons to learn to play.

The piano and keyboard have always calmed me down.

My homelife wasn't that good. I guess I shouldn't say that.

I have two parents, in the home, and they didn't beat me, or abuse me, I had a roof over my head, nice clothes, food to eat, but I felt alone. I felt invisible.

My parents were so in love when they were in college and were living the American dream. Great jobs, two cars, two daughters that they adored. They raised my sisters, and they were in college, and then it happened. My mom got pregnant again with me, a late in life baby. And I was not wanted.

I guess I can see that, I mean they put in the work and raised their kids, they were ready for a house without kids, to be free, and on their own again, and then here comes a baby, and they have to start all over again, with diaper changes, and all that comes with a baby. But I didn't ask to be born.

Because I was born their marriage took a big hit. My dad would taunt my mom and say he didn't think that he was the father, which really hurts to hear when you are growing up. He never said it to my face, but I heard him, and her fighting and he would always bring it up to her.  She would get mad and say she has never cheated. Well DNA proved that he is my dad. But he's never really been there for me. He would give me money, but not his time or attention.

I was envious of my big sisters, because with them he's totally different. Dotes on them. Spends time with them, always has.

My mom is too busy with her career, to pay attention to me. My sisters and I are not close. They are best friends, but so much older than me, and have never lived in the home with me. They chose to stay at college in the breaks because mom and dad fought all the time.

Even though we had a big house, not a mansion or anything, just two story and a basement, I felt invisible. I pretty much raised myself.

I was grateful for my friends growing up. Their parents were great to invite me over for sleep overs and take me to the mall with them for back-to-school shopping, give me rides, so that I didn't have to walk.

Misty was my best friend, almost like we were sisters. We met in first grade. She was new to the school, and hated school. Her parents had to move due to her dad's job, and she didn't know anyone so she sat at her desk and cried during recess. I felt bad for her. I knew what it was like to feel alone, so I went up and gave her a hug, and from then on we were besties. Did everything together. I kind of lived at her house, her parents were so great, and felt like they were my parents too. 

But that all changed when I was 16, and Misty slept with my boyfriend Troy.  Troy was the boy that I had been in love with, crushed hard on, since I first saw him in kindergarten. He was always nice to me, and even though he had girlfriends each year, he was a great guy, and nice to me, nice to everyone. 

As we got older, and into junior high, fate was kind to me, and we had a lot of classes and Troy was a jock, and having trouble with English, and so his parents told him if he wanted to play sports, he needed to bring his grades up, and English was my favorite subject, he ended up asking me to help him study, and so I jumped at the chance to spend time with him.