My Oath To You

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Yvette, I've dealt with your bullshit for the past few years. Just go die in a hole, you worthless piece of trash!

Go die!

Rot in hell!

The voices screamed into my head while I gripped my brown hair tightly. They have been echoing inside and rattling my brain for the past week while I was packing. But this time, it felt as if the people yelling were screaming directly into my ear.

My body was curled in the corner of my small room inside my father's apartment located in a small town in Michigan. Tears streamed down my face slowly while I kept rocking back and forth. Why does everyone hate me?

Suddenly my door swung open to show my drunk Step-mother, Lucia, and my father. Lucia runs over and kicks me square in the jaw making a scream roll off of my lips. That was Rule #1: don't scream or the pain will get worse. Next, my father grabbed my pink sundress my mother mailed from a far away land, my father had used to tell me, and ripped it to shreds. My body rag dolled to the wall where I laid and refused to move. 

"You look hideous!" He roared as Lucia takes out her knife and sliced off at least 5 inches of my gorgeous flowing brown hair. Lucia's son, who was four years older than me, stood hidden in the doorway with fear stricken across his once innocent face. 

Lucia and daddy threw powerful punches at my small shuddering body while laughing darkly. This was the first and last time I took the beating. The following night, I ran to the far away land to see my mommy.

I was seven.

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For the next two years, my small body managed to follow the address on a letter my mommy sent me from the far away land. But the obstacles I overcame before I turned 10 inside my mom's house will effect me for he rest of my life. Like Tina from the street by the Walmart, or Old Martin under the bridge, or even the eagle I saw soaring high, his wings full of freedom. But they all sculpted the Yvette today.

Tina was my second mother that will forever burn in my heart with her scruffy purple scarf and sweatpants even on the hottest of days.

Old Martin treated me like one of his students, before he lost his job due to him losung his home and going to school dressed in the same thing everyday. But he would teach me lessons that I missed out on while I was on my journey.

And that eagle.. I saw it everywhere with its majestic form and wide wings. It would 'guide' me where to go until I reached a truck stop. The big scary men would stalk over until a very nice bar tender with short hair stepped out for me. She fought off the guys like I was an injured puppy. I probably looked like one too.

The woman told me in the future, she saw me with my mother and a group of friends surrounding me wherever I went. She also predicted the future and said we will meet again years later. How could I ever forget her?

I turned nine the day after I met Alice Cullen.

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That day, a year later, my mother identified me from a milk carton and picked me up from the nearby orphanage. From what I expected of my mommy, was completely off. My father told me she was an old woman with horrible wrinkles, a big frown, beady black eyes, and a fat body.

But my mother had only a few wrinkles from her bright smile and under her gorgeous green eyes. She wasn't fat, but was slightly chubby. But that gave her more strength to crush me in a bear hug. I always loved those.

A day after I met my mom and slept in her arms, I turned 10.

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