Disclaimer!!! the story is still set in the flash back~
Saturday, June 25th, 1994
Dear diary,
This was the beginning of the summer, the time I hated most. We lived in Palm heights San Antonio TX it was a predominantly Hispanic community where I lived now was totally different Terrell Hills mostly It's old white people but there are a few hispanic families out here considering 64.5% of San Antonio is Hispanic people my people. Lord knows how much I miss them
I closed my journal and hid it under my bed when I heard a knock on basement door
"Who is it?" No one was home or so I thought
"It's Jamie the Whitmore's son" I heard a deep voice say
The Whitmores were who I was staying with they were a staple in the Terrell Hills community they had lots of money and "Take care of the needy" they sure don't take care of me
"Y-you can come down" I said hesitantly I don't know who he is or what he wants but I have to abide by their rules or lord knows what will happen
"My mom said she wants supper ready by 8" He said coming down the stairs
He was pale with freckles across his cheeks green eyes with reddish blonde hair like his father well after all he was a junior
"I'll help you make it" He told me
He stood over me as tall as he was I was terrified
"I guess I haven't formally introduced myself hi I'm Jamie" He extended his hand out to me
"H-hi I'm Danielle" I shook his hand wanting to cry so bad because I missed my own family
"Why do you look so sad?" He questioned
"No reason" I wiped my tears and grabbed my apron he reached up to touch my face and I flinched
"You're okay Dani I'm not gonna hurt you" He dropped his hand and stared into my eyes as if he was looking for something in me his eyes roamed around the room then back to me I was in the corner of the basement next to the stairs he looked me up and down and pointed upstairs
"We gotta start cooking before my mom gets back" I nodded my head he gestured for me to go first
I walked up the stairs with a weird feeling I just kept my head down and kept quiet
I walked into the kitchen and washed my hands
"So where are you from?" He spoke
"I'm from the Dominican Republic but I was born here in Huston but we moved to San Antonio when I was 8" I bent over grabbing the pots from the sink but I couldn't find the one I needed he put his hand on my lower back I moved his hand quickly
"Here I got it" He put his hands on my waist moving me out the way
"Thank you" I fake smiled
I attempted to reach the cabinet above the fridge to get the flour
"Here I got it" He snaked behind I backed up as a reflex
"Chill I'm not gonna hurt you" He laughed
"How long have you been here?" He asked me
"I've been here for a couple months now" I said dryly
"So that means that's new?" He pointed to the red bruise on my cheek
"It was an accident-"
"You don't have to lie to me" He shook his head
"Okay Mrs. Whitmore said she wanted pasta tonight" I said changing the subject I grabbed the noodles out the cabinet the Alfredo sauce and shrimp out the freezer
YOU ARE READING
Cycles
Teen Fiction"I'M SORRY PLEASE STOP I WON'T DO IT AGAIN" "SHUT UP," he said as he hit me again. Again I was getting beat for the simplest mistake..............will she escape??
