Zayne's P.O.V.
For me to be less than six months away from my 21rst birthday, I had already been through enough bullshit for someone over twice my age. Being born to a drug addict mother and an abusive father will do that to you. Violence and cruelty was something I witnessed on a daily basis until my god mother Sandi decided to take me in when I was 10 and raise me with her son Aubrey, who is more known for his stage name Drake. Yes, Drake as in the rapper. But we'll get to that later.
From the time I was two until Sandi took me away, my life was a living hell. That's when everything began to go downhill for my family. My father, who was an engineer for this contractor in Toronto had been laid off from his job during budget cuts, causing us to be forced to move from our home in an affluent neighborhood to the ghetto. My dad took his loss incredibly hard; he began to drink dark liquor and become depressed. Mom made it no better by becoming domineering, calling him "less than a man" for not getting back on his feet. That's when he began to beat her. He would whoop her ass from one end of our small apartment to the other, calling her all types of bitches and sluts, kicking and doing all short of killing her. He loss his chocolate, handsome good looks. At thirty three my father was beginning to look as if he were in his sixties. Harold Monroe III had lost it ALL.
My mom, who my father had married just for her beauty and social standing, was placed in a position she had never been in before: poverty. The stress from it and the domestic abuse caused her to turn to several different drugs to ease the pain, heroin being her favorite. She went from being the prized half French goddess my father married to being a hot ass mess, literally. Her creamy cafe au làit skin became pockmarked, she stopped combing her curly and luxurious mane of dark hair, causing it to become matted, and completely neglected her hygiene. Instead of smelling like the Egyptian vanilla musk everyone was used to Cody Monroe wearing, she began to reek of piss and staleness.
I never suffered my Daddy's increasing anger however because, despite everything else going wrong in his life, his little girl was the one thing he was completely proud of until the day he died of a brain aneurysm. I was the perfect blend of him and Mom: I had his chocolate complexion, deep dimples, large doe eyes that were framed by long lashes, and smile. I had Cody's curly mane of hair, full lips, and would end up growing into her thick, curvaceous figure when I became older. He named me Zayne, after his mother who had been named Zaynder, and would tell me every day that I was a mini version of her. I was quiet and shy, however I had a quick temper once provoked that burned hotly before quickly dying out. Daddy would called me his "little firecracker," laughing at me when I would become frustrated or mad then calm down as if nothing had occurred.
Cody, when she wasn't preoccupied with scoring drugs or begging for the small amount of money we did have to get drugs was incredibly jealous of my relationship with Daddy. She even attempted to hint at the idea of him sexually abusing me, attempting to destroy our bond. All that did was made Daddy mad and he ended up breaking her nose. To keep me away from the mess of a life I had at home, I spent the majority of my time at my Godmother Sandi's house, who was my father's childhood bestfriend. Sandi became more of a mother than my own, treating me like her very own blood. She had a son who was six years older than me named Aubrey, who we call Drake, who ended up becoming like a literal older brother to me. Growing up he taught me everything, from helping me with school to showing me how to fight off bullies. So when Daddy died and left in his will that he wanted me as far as possible from Cody, Sandi and Drake took me in with no hesitation. To this day I have no idea what happened to Cody, all I know is that she still isn't dead.
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