Hessy. My fairy tale.

Chapter One.

It has always been hard for me to find the right guy. All my friends seem content with the guys they were dating. Yes we were seventeen. Yes we had no experience in love but I still couldn't find the one. So I settled with me, in my aunts eyes I was perfect. What I saw as a failure on my part was a victory in her world. I couldn't blame her. That's what most parents or guardians want their daughters to be like. Virgins and nuns, that is until you are about thirty, then they run their eyes all over your body for a bum. Anything to suggest a grandchild. I was in form four and for the past ten years it has been my aunt and me.

Despite her age, my aunt was a very hardworking bee with her unending beauty and youthfulness. I was placed under her guardianship after my mother died, when I was seven. My father ran almost immediately after conception and has been that non existent X that I was yet to find. We have a very big family but my mother couldn't place me under anyone else but my Aunt Sarah. She was the perfect choice for a number of reasons. One, she was a single woman with no child of her own. She was married once, to the love of her life, an American Mark Collins. Collins died in combat just before I was born but even though everyone hoped she would move on, she said she would wait till she was reunited with him. Another reason my mother left me with her, was her love for me. Ever since I was very little, aunt Sarah have been spoiling me every time she got a chance. In a way she was like my second mother.
Growing up, I had first hand experience of true love. I saw it every time my aunt talked about Mark. Her entire appearance would brighten and her eyes would glow with so much light. My aunt was a little superstitious and by a little I mean like a seven out of ten superstitious. It was not a surprise whenever I walked in on her talking to Mark and laughing up and about the house. She said for as long as he was in her heart, he never died.

That was what I wanted, the craziness and forever hype about someone. I wanted my Mark Collins. At the same time I was scared of X, my father. I didn't know his name and I never cared to ask but I was sure that, genetically, there was a chance that I could attract his type. "I would never make my mother's mistake".

My crazy little world it is. The entire reason I am here is my friend Ivy . They had just broken up with her boyfriend Andrew and now she had just called to tell mw Jamie was asking her out! And, she is going out with him! I know am tripping but I can't... Siwesmake.
"Dani! " My aunt was back from jumuia. I don't get what they do in those groups. After mass, you are supposed to leave "Go in peace to love and serve". But most people are left behind in small groups to talk about "I don't even know what they talk about". I've always reminded my aunt that the groups were scams, to which she spanks me then advice me to join one. "I am a good catholic, I attend mass, I go to confession and observe all that I was taught in catechism. That's enough." " But that's not all there is, you get to know people and learn more about God. " She would say. "Every morning I look at you and I know there is God. " She would then laugh and tell me that I reminded her of her young self. "Daaani"! She was getting impatient. "Yes auntie am upstairs, coming." It was about one thirty and I was sure she was hungry as hell. I took my phone and went to down stairs. We lived in a simple mansion in Kitengela.

The first floor consisted of a Guestroom, my bedroom a moderate storage area which also housed the laundry machine , a small library and the masters bedroom. The ground floor was a bit spacious. The Southside, had an amazing kitchen area and a hallway which led to the kitchen garden and separated the kitchen from the dining room, which was rarely used. On the Northside of the house was another bedroom. It was used by our live in help, aunt Nancy. Auntie had offered her the guest room upstairs but she declined due to arthritis. It would have been hard for her to use the stairs and since all of her work was downstairs it was accepted. Opposite her bedroom was a small restroom. Behind this, was the main storage room which also doubled as the pantry. At the middle of all this was a large living room.