Love Me...

Chapter 1

There's going to be a part where lesbians come in the conversation. Just to let you know I have no problem with any type of sexuality. That's their business and personally I think it's great that we have different teams playing in the world 'cause if we didn't we would be sooo screwed and I really dislike homophobes 'cause most of them just judge people for no reason without getting to know that person that they're judging. It might not help but I actually have 1 GGF (Gay Guy Friend) & 1 BCF (Bi-Curious Friend that just happens to be a Girl) THERE'S THE HEAD'S UP ENJOY!!!**************

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***Chapter 1***

9 years later...

     Callaway POV:

         "Quince. Diez. Uno! Daddy I did it!" I yelled excitedly.

 But my father didn't say anything. He just sat beside me unmoving. "DADDY!!!"  I kept screaming. 

"Please wake up! Papi!" That's when I noticed the gash on the side of his face and all of the shards of glass that were intended for me. On him. I couldn't help but to crawl in his lap and until someone found us.

  It was cold I was alone and I was no longer a Daddy's Girl.

For the past 9 years I have been having this recurring nightmare of the day my papi died. I couldn't stop it from happening all I could do was wake up and try to forget that it ever happened.

I rise from the small cot I call a bed and wonder what would have occurred if we didn't go fishing that day.   

        There's like four bedrooms in this house and I'm the one who has the smallest room of all. If you could call it a room. When they bought this place the 'For Sale' sign said: 3 1/2 bed & bath. I don't really have a problem with it since I try to stay far away from this house and the people in it. Well, almost every person in this house except my twin brother, Nate.

           He's the only one who understands what I'm going through since dad died. Even though he wasn't there he doesn't blame me. If I was in his position I would blame everything and everyone around me. Hell, I blame myself. I mean if I hadn't got mad at him over something so stupid like a fish! He would still be here talking about how he swerved away from the truck, and how we dodged a bullet.

           Directing myself to something else, like getting up and getting dressed for school. I like getting up before everyone else so I won't have to run into them and spend more time looking at their faces than I have to. Wow, they make me sound harsh. Oh well, living in a house full of love will do that to you. Note the sarcasm.

      Entering my 'bathroom' the half bathroom that came with this place. Depression suddenly washed over me. What did I ever do to be treated like this?

     I'm not spoiled or a brat... I'm not even disrespectful! 

How can I be if I don't talk?

    Not one to dwell on things... I quickly got out the essential things for school: make-up, tooth brush; tooth paste and hair stuff.

  I'm not the kind of girl to cake on make-up therefore I'm going with my usual natural look. Which would have blushed to bring out some of my features that you wouldn't be able to see, like the curve of my doe like eyes and the depth that's in them? Clear lip gloss to show off my already full pink lips. Eye liner to deepen my already doe eyes it also gives off the mystique smoky affect. And that completes my all natural look.