My mom was a ballerina. She was the ‘it’ girl. She was Marilyn Santos, the girl with the perfect tan skin and the lucious brown hair.
She was close to perfect, but she never let it get to her head.
She fell in love with Richard Johnson and he became the chief of police and then they got married.
Then they had a baby.
She was named Marilyn Kathryn Johnson.
Me.
Mom got murdered when I was five and dad couldn't catch the guy.
Because he phoned the department and turned himself in, right before killing himself.
His name was Peter Johnson.
He was Uncle Pete.
He raped my mom and killed her.
Yeah.
What a twisted life.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
