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The summer of 2006

Last summer Everything was great with my dad; we used to go for ice cream, the carnival and he used to buy me everything I  ever wanted no matter how expensive it was. Everything was perfect before Brenda came along. When they got married everything had changed. Dad started acting differently. We moved to Anchersville and I was forced to be homeschooled. I was told to do chores more and I soon felt like my dad didn't care if I became a doctor like my mother. He just wanted me to be the house slave. He had enough money to pay for a maid but Brenda said why do that when I can clean the house for free. 

"Misty, clean the floors. Brenda needs them mopped we have guests coming over". 

"Dad, I homework I need to work on, why can't she"? I said with a whiny voice.

His hand met my face and I could still feel it till this day how hard it was.

"You're going to clean it whether you like it or not Misty. Understood? He said with an evil look on his face. 

I ignored what he said and got the mop like a good little girl. I hated being bossed around and couldn't wait till I turned 18. That's the day I would be able to move out but until then Brenda would play the "role of my mom". I knew that she would never be able to replace my mom. I wondered how dad moved on so quickly. I always thought my mom was the most amazing woman, she was a doctor and a ballerina. She named me Misty after the first black ballerina, she was so graceful and won every competition.  I remember always wanting to be like her ever since I was young. She always used to sing me sweet lullabies when I was younger and now Brenda sings them too Thomas. "My new brother". It was nice I had a new little brother but I didn't like that fact that Brenda would sing him the songs that my mom sang me. I miss her and I wish I could travel back in time to keep her on this planet. I remember how sad I felt that day; I wanted to jump in a black hole or even fly away with the wings I didn't have.

It was the summer of 2006; I was in math class while I heard the principal call my name on the P.A system. I walked down to the office assuming I got caught for stealing money out of this girls locker but nope it was much worse than that. The principal and my dad were sitting down looking at me with such grief that I didn't know what to do with myself. 

"Misty, Your mother.. she was on the highway and a drunk driver hit her car. She didn't make it baby". My dad replied as he tried to hold back his tears.

Tears started streaming down my face and I could barely breathe. I didn't know if it was real or fake it was like I was stuck in a sick dream that I couldn't wake up from. My dad just rubbed my back and told me everything was going to be all right and I had to trust him, considering there was no one else to trust.

Two months later my dad meets Brenda and married her right away. I don't know why? I didn't even think she was that cute she was like 6 years older then I was. She was also unemployed but now that my dad got my mom's life insurance and my dad's company was kicked off I guess they didn't really care. In fact, Thomas wasn't even my dad's child but he treated Thomas better than me. I didn't see how things were changing I was too busy mourning my mother that I was blinded by what he was capable of.

When dad got married to Brenda; whenever she thought I was getting more attention she told Dad to lock me in the basement. Sure I was 17 years old and maybe some 17-year-olds think they are big and bad but I wasn't. I was at least 105 pounds not big enough to knock out my own father. Sometimes there would be no food down there or even water. Once they locked me down in the cellar for a week. They would throw down a loaf of bread once and a while. There was nothing to do but play with this mouse that would keep me company. I would have escaped but there were no large windows and I was so weak I didn't know what else I could do. All I would do was pray and ask if there was a way out of this situation. After the 7th time of them doing this, I told him that I would call the police or tell a neighbour if he didn't follow my rules. I guess this time he cared enough to listen to to me me and let me go back to school.  I told him that if he ever did that again I would put him in the Anchersville newspaper, and oh boy I meant it.