I sit here on this tree trunk just watching the sun trying to disappear through the hills. I can’t believe this. I am being married to a criminal. Are you damn serious? For me I would love anyone, it is easy to love anyone and get married, but I don’t want to end up like a typical girl in the world. This American white, Hawaiian, and Asian, adopted because mom wanted me to get a better education and live my life how I should be. What if she finds out that my life has been cut-short, because someone in the system screwed up, and these criminals screwed up on having their packaged mixed with my future company’s package.
What will my friends say? How can I tell them…or I shouldn’t because they (the criminals) might kill them, or keep a close eye on them for eternity. This is hurting my brain, now I have a temple-ache on my right. The air is soothing, I haven’t really like Chicago, because non-of my people are here. I am more Hawaiian then Chinese, because my real dad…really I don’t know where he is at. I think he got kids of his own already after divorcing my mom. And I am here with the Becker’s family, friends of mom when they went to school together in California. Then they haven’t gotten in touch after years later they had a school reunion, and during that time my mom and dad ran in with the law for who is to keep me. My mom decided gave me to the Becker’s. I thought that my life ended that craziness, but I guess drama was just waiting for me to finish my degree in designing, so, it can dump me to the arms of criminals. What a life?
My home –my Chicago…I will miss your urban streets, your interest mixtures of cultures, your city and country life. I will miss these hills, I will miss its people even the crappie ones, and I know for sure that I will miss everything that years that I was annoyed by. Like how it is so dirty, crowded, and no offense but ghetto. Yet, I walk into the Becker’s family and they gave me that look that I am dirty-ghetto girl who seeks attention in a wrong way. Becker’s have one son and one daughter, the son I hated because he was my age. Oh! Let’s just say I recorded how I crack hi crotch, because being a stereo type white rich kid, I didn’t like the way he looks and touching’ me. As for his sister Bailey, she has two lives with me, a loving sister at home and a snickering snob to me at school. My mom at times I could feel she never wanted me to part of their family, yet, at times at the beginning she felt pity for me. I couldn’t blame her, I am not her real daughter, but I would go to her for anything I needed help on. It’s better than nothing you know? For my dad, Mr. Becker he loves me as if I were his daughter, he tries to make everyone happy, but he does make sacrifices that one will hate him for –over the other.
Hmm. I guess I should just go with the Russian’s friends and live my life how it should be…Hell! No! Are you serious? It took me long ten years to get where I am today. I ain’t getting myself ratchet for this…this low-life piece of… Never mind!!! I will get him –I will get them all for threatening my family like that, yeah, they crappy. But those who are left here is worth taking this crap of an arse to walk all over them like this. They say to don’t stick your nose where no one wants it in, or you’ll end up dead…well, I died the day I was given to strangers, and I had no say to it. Well, I didn’t understand it and I left with tears never looking back until now. Who the hell he thinks he is? Shut up, I know. But I’m going to figure this out, I’m going to do some little research of my own and find out anything about this guy.
I came home and sneak into my room and snap my keys from my desk. I heard a soft screeching of a door down the hall. I fly through my bed like a ninja, bounced up from its cushion, propel myself to the open door, kicked it and locked it. What a rush that was fun!
“Ame? Amethyst! Is that you?” Dad knocked my door. He continued in desperation to get in my room, he kept saying, “Sweetie! Please…open the door for your dad.”
