Faithlessness [ ♤ h.s.]

One

Where it all began...

Alexis P. O. V.

My name is Alexis Zahra Love, I'm 20 years old, 5'3. My ethnicity is half white and half latino. My fathers name was Miguel Antonio Ramirez and my mothers name was Valentina Elizabeth Smith. On August 19, 2015, 7:52 pm Valentina took two gun shots to the back and one in the chest. August 20, 2014, 12:03 am Miguel bleed to death on the way the the emergency room. Father died trying to save my mother. A mother died trying to save someone else's child.

We lived a good life. My parents relationship was really good. Despite the fact that my father had a very dark past and was always in and out of jail. He was always there for me and I was always there for him, same thing goes with my mother. We were all happy. Had a decent three bedroom house, two car garage friendly neighborhood. Everything was good.

We had just moved to Croydon, in South London. It was different from the States. The people drive really bad here but it's no different from New York right? Except for the food. Way different. Quality is like everything to me.

Todays date is November 9th 2017. 20 years ago Valentina birth her to me. I was born at 3:39 am. My mom always told me that it was a really bad thunderstorm that night, and because I was her only child, she really had in her mind that she was not going to make it. She explained all the pain and Agony she had went through that night. She stressed about everything I wasn't surprised when she first told me. She also told me that my father wasn't there that night. He was locked up for 8 months because of a Grand Theft Auto charge, but because of good behavior he got out early.

My father was my everything my teacher, my friend, my leader. I completely understand the difference between doing what's right and doing what's wrong. My father used to sit me down and explain everything that he did. He told me about the time he had killed somebody in jail. He had killed them because they were the reason another man took his own life in there. He told me about the time he had stole that car right before I was born. He received a text message 8 hours before my mother was about to give birth to me. He had said that he caught a bus two states over to handle some business and didn't want to take the bus back and couldn't catch any flights because they were all canceled due to the weather. I use to love when he told me this story because he would always make me laugh. He'd say 'baby girl, if I had to ride a bicycle two state's over just to be with you, I would but that night I was too damn tired so I took someones car.'

I knew my father was a good person. My mom used to tell me that sometimes she thought my father's heart was so big, it was too big to fit in his chest. That he was the type of person who would think with his heart instead of his mind, and that's what always got him messed up.

My mother's background was pretty basic. There's nothing wrong with basic. In fact basic is pretty safe. She had to strict parents. They wanted her to go to college, to become what they wanted to be. She studied to be a Medical Scientist at Baylor College of Medicine in Houston, TX. My mother was very successful. She was good at everything that she did. And just like my dad her heart was too big for her chest too.

After I graduated from Croydon High School, I started looking into colleges but was never really interested. It's not for everybody believe me. After my parents were gone, I only had one thing on my mind and that was revenge. I started getting involved with all the people my father used to interact with. They were like my second family anyway. I already knew all of them. My mother just always kept me away from them, because she knew nothing good could come from them being around. They brought me in with open arms. They were like my father's brothers. My father treated them like brothers. They helped me out a lot. They were there for me, and because of them nobody fucked with me.