I think that everything happens for a reason whether it's a good one or a bad one, some people would say that my father dying was a tragedy but I don't see it like, I believe that his death happened for a reason and instead of mourning his death for the rest of my life, I'm going to live my life and make him proud, be the best at everything that I do like he used to. At least that's what I thought I would do....
You see his death was not an accident, his plane crashing was everything but an accident, my father was an envied man, always great at what his does, the greatest business man new york has ever had, so him dying on his way to Rome to close the deal that would make him the richest man in the entire state was pretty odd.
A few months after his death I was devastated, a 13 year old girl with a mom that left her at a young age and a dad that died on her birthday, didn't know what to do. With no family to support me I was forced to go Into fosters homes... which was not great
Having to switch from home to home was tiring getting abused for 9 years was not amusing either, the promise I made to my father that day on his death bed was soon forgotten.
The day of my 18th birthday I ran away, took everything that I had and ran away from that awful place that they dare call a home. Got some few jobs here and there, until I finally found a great job at this hotel that offered me a place to stay too, I worked there for two years, life wasn't great but I was thankful for what I had, until the day the hotel owner died, his kids decided to close and sell the hotel.
So here I'm right now, eating a bag of chips drinking chocolate milk that is a few days due its expired date, sitting on a bench in Central Park, with no home and no job. I'm probably gonna die here.
I looked at my old phone that was almost gonna die
12:48am
"Fuck" I said to myself.
Getting bored I decided to walk, I've never been in New York this late, but I've heard stories about it and how it's not the safest place to be at this time of the night, but I had nothing else to lose.
I clutched my phone and the strap of my bag and started walking getting out the park.
an hour or so of walking my feet started to throb, I stopped in the middle of the road not realizing the yellow car driving straight at me, knowing that the cab had enough space to switch lines I only stepped back a little, but that little cunt drove right past the water on the pavement and I found myself drenched In cold brown dirty water:
"Move you dumb bitch" I heard him yell as his drove by.
Ugh can this day get any worse, and of course having the bad luck that I do it did, while I was wiping my face with the back of my sweater, I dumped in to a wall, and fell to the floor.
"Fudge" I cursed
Then the wall spoke with a thick accent
" that is not a language a young lady like u should use"
Oh I'm in deep shit
YOU ARE READING
Reasons.|ON HOLD|
Romance"Why do you hate me so much?" "I have my reasons agápi̱ mou " -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- Four letters, just four letters that can cause so much pain. Love and hate, two powerful and meaningful words, so different yet so similar...
