Living Off Past Trauma [EDITED]

How was it growing up?

(Edited) Omg I didn't know I made some weird ass typos and didn't even fix them😭

Taylor Eima//Tai
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Puerto Rico

This whole trip has been interesting so far. When I mean interesting, I mean the part of me chilling with Ka'Lani. She's actually such a dope person. The first day I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I don't know why it did that. I didn't even pay attention to her body.

Just her face, her smile, her voice, her beauty and laugh made me feel something. I know I'm interested in her but don't know in what way. Till now I still don't know, but whatever feeling this is, I can feel it growing day by day. When she's around and when she's not around.

I currently sat at the bar, all by myself. I ordered an shot of whisky and chugged it down. I couldn't help but wonder where Lani was right now. My thoughts were interrupted by the devil herself. "Hey." She said softly. She wore a orange Prada bikini that matched her skin tone, showcasing her beautiful long legs that gosh, I couldn't help but want them wrapped around my waist.

"Ey, you good?" I asked her.

"Oh I should be asking you that. You look lonely as fuck." She chuckled and sat down next to me. "Yea I'm aight." I licked my lips as I looked at her.

"Hm. Wanna go for a walk?" She suggested. I nodded and we both stood up. She turned around and that's when I noticed the spiral tattoo on her shoulder blade. I frowned but shrugged it off. We walked along the shoreline, to a much quieter place. I started to become curious again so I decided to ask what the tat means.. "Ey, 'uhm-...what does this tattoo on you shoulder blade mean?"

"Oh..that. Uhm it's a family thingy." She said. "Like a tribal mark?" I asked.

"Uh...something like that. It's a mark from my...past biological family." she said lowly. I could see and sense that she missed them. I remember her telling me a while back that she was adopted when she was thirteen years old. She told me that she was adopted into a loving family of six. She has four siblings. Two older than her and two younger than her. We found a spot with dry sand and sat down, not caring if we got sand on us.

The sky was getting dark and the stars were starting to become visible. The moon shone, providing us some light. The water looked like it had crystals in them or sum. There was a bit of silence before I broke it.

"So how was it growing up?" I asked. I turned to look at her and saw she had a faint smile on her face. She took a few seconds to respond. I'm guessing she doesn't have a great past. "It was tough. Mostly sad, but tough."

"How?" I asked. I wanted to know more about her. More about the real her. "Uhm...well my biological parents were aight. They weren't so bad to say the least. If that's what I remember. Around the time when I turned five, shit started to go south." She stopped for a few seconds before she continued speaking. "My parents started fighting...a lot. My mom had me at a very young age. If I can remember, she was only 14 when she had me. So you can already imagine how much pressure she was in."

I could see this was a hard topic for her. "You don't need to continue if you don't want to." "No no. It's fine." She said.

"Well. My sperm donor was 18." She said. "Sperm donor?" I scrunched my face. "My dad. He was kinda a bitch. I remember the nights my parents would fight and argue all night. When I turned six, they left us." Her voice dropped. I could hear the pain in her voice. Wait I heard her say something. "Us? What you mean." She has a sibling or siblings.

"I wasn't the only child. Well I have a half brother. From my dad's side. He's three years older than me." She spoke. So, she has an older brother. "Where's he now?"