Chapter 1 - My Background

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My name is Trisha Dane, I am fifteen years old, I live on the south side of everyone's favorite city, Chicago, don't even try to argue with me on that. I have a younger brother and sister, we live with my father, who is an alcoholic.  I have practically raised these kids by myself, as our mother died when we were young and our father turned to alcohol. There was nothing to save him from the demons that took over his body when he drank. He became angry, oh so angry. If you got in his way, he would grab you by the hair, "girl you betta' get your ass outta' my way before i beat y'all." he would grumble with such a twisted face, that the sweetest angel couldn't look at him correctly. But you wouldn't dare speak back to that man, that's like complaining to the grim reaper that you're still alive. My momma wouldn't be proud of it, that sure isn't the man she fell in love with, that's the torn soul she left behind.

Ever since my momma died, I've raised myself. I've begged, I've stolen, I didn't have any guidance other than my own mistakes. I'm afraid for my brother and sister for what of something happens to me? What if they don't have someone to look out for them? Losing Jackson and Marisa, my siblings, is my biggest fear.

Nothing would prepare any of us for what I did, to change my whole life. To change their whole life. To change all of our lives forever.

I walked into Hester's Store late in the evening, were I sometimes helped at night to make a little extra money after school. I worked for a couple hours and it was time to leave. Hester gave me some money under the table and sent me on my way home, it was quite dark already, and it was cold out, I walked home in the pitch black.
I returned home to the unbelievable.

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