January 3rd, 2016
Dear Diary,
To believe that my parents would go after Eathan was unbelievable, with me it was ok because I was the unwanted child. It's not like I'm some rebel of a kid either, I'm actually pretty easy to handle. I have a 4.0 GPA average and am really good at soccer and even more than that I'm my undefeatable football team's star quarterback. I don't really like parties and I'm really not a night person (or morning person by general definition) and I absolutely hate makeup.
I'm really not anything like a normal girl other than appearance. I'm about 5 foot 5. I have mud brown colored eyes with sandy red hair. Not a lot of people have this color because to maintain it you just can't put any chemicals inside of your hair. If you do it'll turn black like ... oh my gosh I'm like way off topic. Sorry about that.
I have milk chocolate colored skin and the perfect (not to brag) curves. An hour glass figure I believe they would call it. I didn't have huge muscles but I can say that my abs were very defined and my arms didn't have an once of fat on them. I'm not a pop girl I can tell you that I'm totally metal. My closet mostly consists of Hot Topic clothing and my many converse and heels. I was really a complete nerd but only my closest friends knew that.
Though I'm not a rebel kid as I've already mentioned I do have an additude problem and don't really like authority.
I was girly enough for my stepmom to have someone to go shopping with but tomboy enough that my dad could rough house with me. In essence I was the perfect kid but there was one thing keeping them from really cherishing me: I was the one flaw in their marriage.
My mother was young when she met my dad. She was 25 and he was 27. They were both in the Navy. I knew the story like I knew the back of my hand.
~Mom aka Destiny pov~
I pulled on the black feathery mini dress and grabbed my platform heels. Sitting on the bed I lotioned and put on my ankle bracelet. I looked in the mirror happy that the six inch platforms added inches to my mere 5 foot 2 height. The dress brought out my long dark legs while the red platforms brought out my mudd colored eyes. I curled my long black hair and finished putting the last touches on my outfit. I grabbed my black sparkle handbag with the skull knuckle rings and headed out. I put on my helmet and got on my baby (a black Kawasaki ZX-R ).
When I arrived at the club my best friend Stacy was already there and waiting for me. I kissed her on the cheek and we entered hand in hand. The club was huge with a ginormous disco ball and neon lights. The dance floor was at least twice the size of my apartment. Which is saying something considering you still had the strip poles, the bar, the private rooms and the V.I.P section they had to accomadate for. There must have been over 150 people there but the moment I turned my head I only saw one.
He had a slim toned figure and bulging biceps, but his eyes, oh dear God help me, his eyes were a grey purple that you could never forget... and I never would. He turned and looked at me, then he winked and went back to talking . I then on decided that he was the most irretating man on Earth and that we were never ever ever getting together.
I had had about eight or nine alcoholic beverages and my words were starting to slurr when mister irratating decided to come and dance with me. "Whats your name?" he asked voice rich and creamy. "DestinyRachelTunning," my words were slurred together thanks to the considerable amount of alcohol running through my system.
He laughed and flipped his long blonde hair back. "A pretty name for a beautiful woman." he complimented. I looked down at my feet and blushed. After a couple minutes in a comfortable silence he asked me to dance. And so we danced. We ignored the beat and swayed to our own music.
******* Makayla's p.o.v *********
It was the best night of my life, she would tell me. And then I would lay my head and fall asleep hoping to find a love like hers someday. That of course was my father before... well I dont exactly know what happened to him. All I know is that he came into my life when I was three and after his dad died he has never been the same.
After the inciddent I hung for the rest of the day until my stepmom got off of her high and came down to get me. She unhinged my wrists and I crumpled onto the floor.
"Here," Natalia said coldly while handing me a silk robe. I went to take it from her but she grabbed my wrists causing me to cry out in pain. I am not a weak girl but after the physical and mental abuse of this morning I wasn't at my strongest. In fact my whole body was in pain and protested moving. "Listen bitch do you think that you can honestly come into my house and onto my turf and maje everything yours? As long as I live I will be Cinderella and you will be my slave. Mine!!! And if you even dare think about telling anyone I will kill Eathan in front of you. And oh shall it be a be painful death." She smiled menacingly.
"He is your son. He is your own flesh and blood. For goodness sake you fucken gave birth to him. How could u dare even stand him being hurt? Let alone fucking killing him!?!?!!?!" I whispered getting louder and regaining my strength because of the fury that now raged inside of me. She threw the robe at me.
" I WILL NEVER AND WHEN I SAY NEVER I MEAN I WILL NEVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM YOU EVER AGAIN!" I screamed a burst of adrenaline shooting through my veins as I stood up and ran past her brushing by her and up the stairs.
I walked into my room and fell back onto the floor, sudden adrenaline rush gone. "Micky?" a deep voice asked. I looked up and saw Nathan sitting on my bed. Nathan that was supposed to be in London
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AUTHOR'S NOTE (this is unedited)
Hey readers. I just wanted to say I. sorry that I havent updated in so long (been sick and dealing with family) and this chapter is like really crappy. Right now im just trying to establish a general feeling with Makayla and establish the importance of her friends but bare with me it will start getting better (and less depressing and dark) In the next chapter you get to dind out why her and Nathan are so complicated. Please please please
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