Lies your parents told you

Chapter 1

When I was almost 4 years old was when my parents first decided to pack up the car. Drive me to an Ophanage knock on the front door and speed off to catch the next flight to god knows where. At the time I had barely just turned 4. It had been exactly two days since my last birthday.

So when they dropped me off at the front door of the nearby orphanage,I honestly thought that they would come back and take me home with them. But when they didn't, it confused me to the point where I would sit outside by the  gate and waited for them to return.

In my heart I already know what was happening.

But I still waited for them

One week I waited for them. One week I sat on that bloody bench and waited.

I sat on that same side gate on the same bench and waited for them to walk though that damn.

But they never did.

It truly broke my little four year old heart. When it finally snapped that I was completely alone. I cried to one of the nurses but she didn't seem to understand what was happening so she just patted me one the back and told me it will be okay. Well the rest stood there and didn't know what to do so they just left me to have my break down.

Four years later

It had been 8 years since I last saw my parents. The last time I remember seeing them was on my fourth birthday when they left me at the orphanage .

I didn't know it at the time but I had been given to a notorious gang that lived in the depths of Manhattan and well known by to other gangs that lived near by. My father used to live and breath in that gang until he laid his eyes on my mother.

When he got her pregnant he already new that the baby would be the cost of his freedom weather it was a boy or girl. Would be the new heir.

So they had no choice but to give up the child and flee Manhattan.

The gang was named Red Vex and they had known me since I was a child at four years old and had updated photos of me.

Fast forward a few years now they knew where I worked and how much Money I had made that year. They even knew what I did on the weekends,  where I lived and who my friends were. There was a popular coffee shop down the road from where I worked so some of my girlfriends and I would go there for lunch,dinner or cocktails.

I didn't know this at the time but Adrian was watching my every move.

So there I was walking the streets on a Friday,Cause it was midnight shopping wandering in and out of shops looking for a new dress to wear to my Christmas party. After years of coming in and out of foster homes I finally felt safe in my own skin, beautiful even. Twenty-two and I'm finally getting my life together after a cyclone of strict and abusive parenting I'm free and on good terms with the world and myself.

It was hard at first, finding a job cause being a foster child it meant most people were either rude obnoxious or in general just looked down on you because they saw you as an outsider who came from nothing but the cloths on their backs.

Then when I asked my friend Denny ,Told me about a place called  Marksman café and library it was a small shop not to far away from my new apartment. 

Apparently it's a pretty popular spot. So I made up a new Resume walked in there asking for an interview. The boss said no need looked me up and down and gave me the job on the spot.
The Pay was  $25.50 an hour full time 38 hours each week. It just got my rent and power bill payed.

Still I wanted more. I wanted to learn how to drive to get a proper job, one that payed better and a car that I didn't have to jumpstart every god damn day.

..... Next night....

At 7:30 in the morning I started working at the coffee shop.

One night after me stupid car had broken down and I'd finished work  walking home I decided to catch the train after hearing that it might rain and didn't wanna take the chance of getting wet after a long day at work. It was about thirty minutes past midnight and the train was running a little late for a Saturday night it was very quiet there were a couple of other people there including a member of  security.

It had been 10 minutes of waiting and still no train so I made the decision to walk out of the train station and head home on foot it was only two blocks away.

The night air was fresh yet cold and breezy but refreshing I've always love these late night walks home. Living in Manhattan for me was like a dream the second safest city in New York. Where my foster parents lived a few miles away from me, They are my real Mother and Father.

There I was enjoying the cool night air alone one block away from the safety of my home when I herd a not so quiet car engine get raved up. Thinking nothing of it I kept enjoying my walk home.

Walking along minding my own business I hear a loud whistle then the words

"How you doin" ?

Rolling my eyes I attempt to ignore it.  Then I felt an abrupt hard slap on my butt.  flipping my head around so fast I almost saw fucking red. Seeing the slither of a smirk the same man who had cat called me started giggling it was something sour mocking. I didn't appreciate it one bit . He was a man with good posture ,very large and very buff, he had a dark face that I couldn't make out due to the dim lights.

In a husky tone he spoke "What do you think your doing walking the streets this time of night sweetie ?"
He was clearly drunk or on something cause he slurred every word he spoke.

Walking a little faster and ignoring his comment I walk straight past him. Then suddenly I feel arms around me a head over my mouth and a light but painful prick in my neck and then a small "see you tomorrow,goodnight sweetie". 

Then nothing, I didn't even have the chance to fight back.

Fucking coward !!!

Snuck up behind me.

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Good night everyone 😊

Being my first book this is kinda hard to write to so please bare with me