Dangerous Woman

Chapter 1

We were on the run again like always... believe it or not I had started to get tired of it and I was a 5 year-old already getting tired of being on the move.

My mother always moving me from one location to the other every few weeks because of them.

I refused to say their godamn name... The McCann gang.

They caused my mother this fear..

I hated them and I didn't even know who they were or what they looked like.

My mother said that I was a "special" person that made them anxious that I would cause them problems.

An uprising.

That's why they wanted to rid of me.

I was 5 what possible harm could a child possibly cause them?

For goodness sake I had no idea who they were!

My mom had always taken care of me on her own. Of course I would notice that she would never tell me the complete truth.

It angered me but I kept it in. What? Was I too weak to handle the damn truth?

No it was for "my own good."

Own good my ass.

She always told me that I couldn't go to school because they would find me eventually.
Because they feared that even a little knowledge of what I was capable of would spark something in me.

I would be unstoppable.

I would be undefeatable.

I would never quit...

I of course still had no understanding of what my mother told me so I shook this out of my head constantly.

I thought she was overreacting like any other typical mother would be but, to be quite frank I wasn't exactly the "typical" child either.

She said she loved me and that she would teach me the most she could herself on how to survive in this. Since she was left to fend for herself at a young age she feared I would too.

My childhood consisted of no fun just constant work that would help me when I grew up.

Studying and working out is all my childhood. My mother would claim that it was advanced learning because i was "special".

I couldn't even have a normal child diet, but all highly protein containing food to make me strong for what was to come to me in the coming years.

I hated it but of course what was I to do? If I ran away i'd probably be killed on sight by that gang.

I loved my mother dearly because she was the only family I had.

My so called father abused of her so she ran away while she was still pregnant with me.

And her parents left her on her own when they knew she was pregnant.

That's why I vowed to never take her love for granted.

We were currently traveling to Santorini, Greece.

My mother said that she had a friend there that would keep me safe, in hiding of course.

She would leave me and go into hiding somewhere else far away from me.

It pained me that she had to go through all of this because of me. All my fault.

I sat quietly in the back seat. It was raining outside with heavy fog. It was a quite peaceful night.

And it was the last night that I was going to be with my mother.

I was going to miss her dearly.

But they would be safe and finally would live the normal life she deserved. My damn fault all of it.

I hated myself. I just constantly prayed to god why he made me this way this "special".

Why wasn't I like those kids that could play in the street or ride their bikes.

Be a child.

"Lemmy!"

My mother yelled at me. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't see it coming.

Another car...

The impact was so great I flew clean right through the window with a loud crack! Directly down into a ditch next to the road.

Then came the part that has hainted me all these years.

The car went spinning out of control until it came to a complete stop upside down. I had long known that my mother wouldn't survive, it was too fatal of a crash.

I couldn't bring myself to cry. I was not going to be weak and vulnerable like my mother told me never to be.

I would be that strong girl she took her time to build. It was the only part that I would have left of her. Her knowledge and what she taught me.

As hard as it was to not cry I kept it in.

The only thing that I could process was to go out to the car and try to at least save her body.

I picked my head up. There was a throbbing pain on the left side of my head. I went to touch it and the blood fill my palm. At this rate I would surely die of blood loss.

I crawled and thats when I felt the pain in my ribcage. Broken. Not completely but most of them were. I heard it.

The sound of my mothers cries as she tried to get out,  and then in that split second... Boom!

Gone in the remaining parts of the car.

I could've saved her and all these years I have blamed myself for it. I was weak and stupid.

I don't know why I let the pain stop me. I should've gone to her. Saved her. I should've...