Once there was a happy little girl, she thought her life was perfect. Then death happened and due to certain circumstances she was left broken and lost trust with people. She learned from early on family is not blood.
Can she learn to trust again?
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Bambi
Pulling up to the house, I thought it would be different. For years this was my home. You could tell no one has living in the house for a while. The windows were knocked out and the shutters had fallen off. The once white house was now grey and ran down. There was a garage beside the house where my dad used to have his own little auto garage, he tinkered with different cars in the town. He was always helping someone out. I parked my car and walked up to the house. I walked up the broken steps and made my way across the creaky wooden porch. Toys use to be on this porch, I would sit out here waiting for daddy. I went through the front door; it led into the living room. I could still hear the sound of mama and daddy laughing as they watched some random show on tv. I remember the times we all would be in the living room; Jake on the love seat, daddy on the reclining couch, mama beside him, and me at his feet. The memories hit me full force, then the ones of that last day we were here.
It was a year after daddy had passed. Mama has sold the land and the house to Derek, Daddy's friend. All of our stuff had been moved. The house was so cold and quiet, you'd never guessed a happy family once lived there. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom that was mama and daddy's, I could still see him laying there. "Good bye daddy. I'll always remember", a breeze blew through almost like he was there. I felt at peace for the first time in over a year. After that I never came back, it was to much to bear.
Now I need that peace again, I feel like I was barely hanging on. That's why I moved back here from Hamilton. In the city, I disappeared was just another face in the crowd. Then my life spiraled. An older man who adopted me as his granddaughter passed. He left me all his wealth including an art gallery. I had my first art showing there. I met an amazing woman who became my best friend. She introduced me to her group of friends. I didn't know I just how much I'd need their help.
I met a man named Kaden Kilpatrick. I thought I was in love. Gramps tried to warn me about him, but by then he was already sick and Kaden was there to support me. Then after Gramps was bedridden, he helped me keep the art gallery on its feet. I was so thankful. He was twenty six and had a head for business. I was still in college. I didn't have a clue at that time, I was still new to everything. Then when I graduated college Gramps passed, I was completely alone. I was thrown into this world where I had to run an art gallery and keep track of daily book keeping. My degree was in English and minor in Art. I had wanted to be an artist or an author. Kaden was a businessman; he had a degree and the best references.
But because I was now owner of a gallery, I wanted to learn more. I tried to get Kaden to teach me, but he never did. "Just let me handle it, baby deer. I got you," he would say. Then one week he was away and I took over the books, I needed to know where my money went. I saw a charge for a painting that was sold, but the account wasn't named. There were numerous of them, I'd questioned him he would say "oh that's the charge account of so and so" or would just blow it off. So I finally took it to my friend, she had been Gramps accountant before I let Kaden take over. Since I has been full time in school, he had fired her and told her he was taking over. Also she had other responsibilities to worry about. As I sat down with her; it turned out there was missing a lot of money or seemed to be missing. There was "art work" that was supposed to be shown and bought, that never was. Accounts was opened that never existed before. We confirmed everything through her computer tech.
