LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter Three.

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It's Sunday..
There was basically nothing to do and I was looking like shit. My Black curly hair was sticking out weirdly all over the place. I stood in front of the mirror and stared hard at myself. I was brown skinned and beautiful,no doubt.

I just wish I could be a regular teenager who could attend parties comfortably,have a boyfriend,hang out with friends and every other thing that Mia and Tracey complains about.

I once overheard Mia and Norman talking about me.

"I want to help you,Norman. But I'd just advice that you forget about Alyssa as soon as possible. She isn't the type to fall In love. It might interest you to know that she hasn't ever dated anyone."  Mia said,in a whisper.

It's true though,never in my life have I dated or given any guy my attention. If I haven't had Tracey and Mia as friends from my kindergarten. I would have probably preferred to be a loner and anti-social.

"What do you mean? We are at our Senior year for chrissakes. She would have liked someone for once at least."   Norman added,using his hand to brush his hair in fustration.

"Never. Never has she."

I am too psychologically damaged to have any emotions or feelings for the opposite sex. I once liked a guy,Brian at fifteen. Though I never told my friends. He came to visit me once for our school's project because he was in the same group with me and when I told him about my feelings,he took advantage of it and tried to touch me. I slapped him and threw the remote at his head. It was the nearest object close to me.

I admit that it must have been very stupid of me since this is almost expected between teenagers. But I've been so used to violence and maltreatment that Everytime a guy comes close to me,all I see is my stepdad,marching towards me and ready to devour me.

I bathed quickly trying to distract myself and put on my jeans and a pink tank top. I slip on my Crocs and made my way into the living room.

I was watching old episodes of *How I met your Mother* till I heard a knock in the afternoon.

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"Hey, Little one." My brother,Gillian pushed his way into the house. Gillian is a huge man with an intimidating height. Black and muscularly  built.
He was good looking nevertheless,he had his name inscribed on his haircut neatly and had tattoos all over his arms. Gillian runs a tattoo shop,almost like a small company of his own with a lot of workers in different sections of the shop.

"Hey." I dragged in reply when I saw his girlfriend, Nadia,trailing behind him. I have this strong dislike for Nadia as she obviously does for me. She's always grumpy,rude and possessive of Gillian,not like I care about that part anyways.She was putting on blank pants and a black leather jacket. She wears too many earrings in one ear, shiny nose rings and a huge necklace chain with a billion dollar pendant on it.

She's an underground wrestler of one of the popular rings in the streets.

That's where Gillian met her,one of the days when he went to watch a match and supposedly fell in love with her after she had won a fight,three times in a row and she was just a newbie. So much for a love story. Just like Gillian,she has tattoos all over her left arm and even Gillian's name could be seen,boldly written in her neck.