Unintentional

Amy POV

Running up to the steps, removing my earphones, sweat dripping off my body, I unlock the door. This is the only thing that feels familiar; running. Here I am in a totally new place, trying to settle in. The place is not so bad, but it will take some getting used to. It is a remote little island called Cape Landing.

My father moved because of his job. He is all I have, so I have to be here too. He is a great father. I only wish I could see more of him. He is the manager of this big-time auto company.

My mom left us when I was only eight years old, and ever since then, he's the only thing that is constant in my life.
I do think that has a great impact on the kind of person I am. I just don't give a damn anymore. I just don't care for anything that much anymore.

Ten years later, the effects are still taking place. I am an eighteen year old girl with not many dreams. All I care about is my next moment of fun or pleasure. I will date a girl, consistently, for a few weeks, and be on to the next one in the blink of an eye.

I just don't want to end up like my father. He gave his all to my mother, yet it wasn't good enough. Fuck that! I will be my mother in every situation.

I think just looking at me is a bit scary. Maybe, even that is intentional. I am
tall. Five feet, ten inches. I weigh almost a hundred and fifty pounds. I enjoy frequenting the gym as well as running. I am trying my hardest to bulk up a little, but it is proving to be difficult. I have quite a number of tattoos. I have one full sleeve on my right arm, a few scattered over the other arm, and also on my calf and foot. They have to be covered at school. I have had many issues with them in almost all schools I've been to. Unfortunately, I have been to about five different schools. My dad and I keep moving.

He seems to support anything that I do. Even when I came out to him as a lesbian he was ok with it. Being a stud and dressing the way I do, I thought it would have been something that he would be against, but no, he is ok with who I am. I am grateful for that. I would've been hurt if he wasn't so accepting. I think he's the only person who has the power to hurt me. My father is all I've got.

Getting inside the door, I get a bottle of water and sit at the bar. After only a few sips, Maria walks in.

"How was your run, Amy? The area is very peaceful. I'm sure you like it here."

"Good morning, Maria. Yes, it was awesome. The view is to die for. I ran along the sea, so centering."

Maria is our maid and has been my babysitter all my childhood life. Every move that we made, Maria has been with us. I don't know why my dad didn't just marry Maria. The only thing not cool about her is her accent. Giggling with where my thoughts went, Maria looks at me like I'm crazy.

"It seems like you sure did enjoy it."

I open the trash can lid and take a few steps back. Dribbling with the empty bottle to the trash can, I practice my reverse layup.

"This is not the court, Amy."

Grinning, I hug Maria on my way to my room. She screams at me. I am all sweaty. She hates when I do that.