TKO |JB|

Chapter 1| Welcome to the Bronx

|C H A P T E R O N E|

The scenery whipped passed the window of the train that was taking me to the new life I never wanted or saw myself having. I chased the rain drops that ran down my window with my finger deep in my own world oblivious to what was happening around me.

"Ticket please?" A man's voice pulled me from my ever growing thoughts, handing him my ticket with a tight lipped smile. Out of habit I played with the small ballerina pendent that my mother got me for luck at my first dance recital when I was five. 

"Thank you." I barely mumbled taking my ticket back and shoved it into the backpack that was sitting to the side of me. 

Looking back out the window, I pulled my head phones over my ears where 'Beth' by KISS played I just turned the volume up blocking out the rest of the world. Just then an old woman sat opposite me and just stared at me like I had something on my face. 

After was seemed like hours when really it was a few mintues I started to feel uncomfortable under her glare I took my headphones off. "Yes?" I asked in a bitchy tone making the woman huff, she turned her nose up in the air and looked out the window.

"That's what I thought." I mumbled putting my headphones back on with a sigh, I just wanted this train to hurry up and get me to where I have to be because I have been on this thing for the last 3 hours and theres only so much scenery one person can take.

|O N E H O U R L A T E R|

Finally the train came to a stop in grand central station. "We have arrived at Grand Central Station we hope your stay is pleasant." A posh, probably stuck up man's voice floated around the train as people were starting to get up to leave.

"Not likely." I said out loud to nobody in particular, standing up I slid my arms through the straps of my backpack and let it hang on my shoulders as I put my phone in the pocket of my jacket.

"Please make sure none of your belongings don't get left behind and we hope you have a great day." Said the same obnoxious voice. As if he's remotely interested in how great our stay is because mine most definitely won't be pleasant if anything it will be the complete opposite.

As I started to walk off the train and onto the busy platform 'Highway to hell' by AC/DC played through my headphones, fate or an oddly coincidence? Call it what you want but this song is pretty accurate to my life right now.

After I got the suitcases that filled my entire life in them I started to walk to the exit in search for the one person who I have only seen a handful of times, my father. 

You see, him and my mother were high school sweet hearts. They loved each other or so they both said, but when I came along and shit got real my father couldn't handle the pressure of taking care of a baby so one day he packed up his stuff then left.

I saw him a few times when I was a kid but when he got a better job somewhere else he dumped us and I never saw him again until now. I'm not happy about it but that's life and life sometimes sucks ass.

Dragging my cases and duffel bag I finally got moving freely without pushing past people. I looked at the one photo I have of him. Average height, little to no hair on his head but enough on his chin to make up for what he's missing up top. He has wrinkles around his bright blue eye's that are just like mine, thank god I don't look like him or I would never get a boyfriend.