Prologue of the Painfully Obvious.
The sky looked pissed and debris was blowing along the wind. Rain seemed to arrive soon and I couldn't help but feel scared about what my next move for shelter would be. I guess I can't do much with the $36 and... 42 cents in my pocket and my tote bag strapped on my shoulder.
"What are you going to do now?"
That was the important question.
I have been asking myself that repeatedly for the past few weeks since my father got incarcerated and it moved its way from the back of my mind to the front and it just won't leave. I mean, of course it cannot leave. That question is as important as my life now since all there is left for me to do now is move on. I just don't know how to start.
I am lost in this old place that seems new to me and I guess, I am what you can call me the wrong girl at the right place. Looking ahead, I can see my Great Aunt Amy's apartment in Bushwick from across the street.
I really don't know what Aunt Amy would think considering the fact that her only niece had left seven years ago, my father and I haven't visited the rest of the family since.
After fifteen hours of traveling on a bus and hitchhiking, I made it to New York in one piece and I was broken inside. My mother would either think I was crazy or brave for doing what I did but then I would never know.
Another thought in my mind occurred, what if she hates me like my dad for what he did?
If she did, would she kick me to the curb without anything but a sideways glance?
Why didn't I think of this on my way here? Damn, that's it. I am going to fucking lose it.
All of those nights facebook stalking to find my Aunt's address to travel here in hope she would accept me as she said she would when I was little wanting to live with her.Although standing in front of a building with a few pedestrians walking by giving me suspicious glances, I didn't care . I just didn't know what to do.
Was she home?
Would she remember me?
Would she at least give me food?
Seeing a familiar frail old lady walking closer to the building, I couldn't help but feel so emotional with the easy luck on my side. Her hair was more silver than I have remembered the last time I have seen her but she still was short and gentle looking. As she turned up the stairs to what I presumed was her apartment building, I closed my eyes and decided I had to move.
If I didn't, I would never forgive myself. My mother wouldn't forgive me for giving up so easily.
And, I wasn't raised to be a little bitch.
I quickly but silently walked to the building, watching her shuffle through her purse while trying to carry the grocery bags made me chuckle and I decided to speak up.
"Um, would you like some help with that?" I asked sheepishly but that still got her attention.
"Oh, no need dear." My aunt quickly stated still not looking at me and I could understand her hesitation. The neighborhood didn't look the safest or friendliest around the country.
"I don't mind Mamy." And with that it seemed as if she was a robot turned off since she became still. A pregnant silence crept quickly and as much as it made me feel nervous, her teary gaze that faced towards me had given me the reassurance that she remembered me and my special term of endearment for her.
"Luv?" She asked as if I was just an illusion. I couldn't help but look up and face the sky and scream.
Yaaas.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and instead of answering, I took the grocery bags from her arms and gently placed it on the floor to give her a much needed hug.
"Oh my!" and with that, she squeezed me tightly and inhaled my scent. As odd as that should be, I couldn't judge, this gave me a much needed comfort and warmth that my presence was surely missed and accepted here.
"Yes, Aunt Amy. It's me." I groaned with a light chuckle.
"Oh honey, help me with those bags please then we can continue on with this over tea. Wait, you're old enough for coffee right? Would you like that?" She asked so quickly and I couldn't help but get teary eyed.
The emotions, I swear...
It was painfully obvious as to what my situation was but she wanted the full story of what has going on with my life.
My name is Luv Dover and I am 20 years old if that matters. My mother passed away when I was 11. My father recently incarcerated. I won't get into much details of my sad life of living in a small town in South Dakota where my father had become abusive and achieved his goal of drinking too much that the inevitable that is prison came later than I expected. I ran away and headed to the only family that I knew would take me. The only family I hoped would take me. And that is why I found myself in Bushwick, New York City.
*Author's Note
Hey. Yes, this story will be in Luv's perspective the whole time.
And the prologue title is super random.
YOU ARE READING
She is Luv
Romance"Where are you?" His cold tone shook her core even through the phone. "Gone." she whispered as she threw her phone in the Hudson. What could you expect when you want to be happy but you don't know how?
