Walking My Own Path

Chapter 1 : My Home Life

ZAYAIR'S POV

"You don't have a choice Zayair !!" the shadowy figure barked at me.

"Bu-"

"THIS, is what you're suppose to become. THIS is what you're trained to be, whether you like it or not.....THIS is the SHACK BLOOD and you my dear, have it in you."

"It's time." another figure said entering the room. Just like the other, i couldn't see the face.

"No no no, no, no." i began crawling backwards.

"Grab her !" they barked.

"No, no, Nooooo...!"

I flew up soaked in cold sweat. I couldn't sleep. I'm getting really tired of that dream and it get's worst everytime. My alarm clock had 6:30am flashing on it in big blue letters. That's a hour before it was set to alarm.

I sighed and got up heading for the bathroom. In the meanwhile, lemme tell you a bit about me.

The name's Zayair Prussia. I'm 16 and a darkskin girl, living in California with my dad, his girlfriend and her kid. Meanwhile, my mom is in Atlanta, doing god knows what. I had long curly hair and silver eyes, with emerald specks in them, and light freckles, that suprisingly, are visible. And oh, i got ALOT of tattoos.

After 10 minutes of scrubbing and shaving, I stepped out the bathroom in a black silk underwear lace set. I opened my walk-in closet and sighed with my hands on my hips.

What to wear, what to wear.....

"Aha," I said to myself. "This'll do."

I pulled out a pair of black ripped short shorts and some fishnet stockings. I also pulled out my blue custom cropped hoodie with rips on the arm, that a friend from back home sent me as an early birthday present coz they wasn't gonna be here.

On the back it had, "ZAY GOT CAKE!!" written in stylishly big black bold letters, and on the front above my right breast, "LAWD HAVE MERCY !!" written in caps, but the words were cursive and normal size. I then finished off my look, with a pair of black balenciagas and some black ankle socks. I then tried pulling my hair into a sleek bun, but it ended up having waves, so i left it with the waves, laid some curly edges and left it puffy at the end.

"That should do it." I whispered giving myself a once over in my body mirror.

"Zayair," my dad's girlfriend called from outside my door.

I pushed my head out and cocked it to the side. "Can i help you with something ?"

"Lana's gonna take you to school today." she said with a small smile.

"I got my own car thank you very much." I said with a fake smile going to close my door, when my dad interrupted stepping out the elevator, whilst struggling with his tie.

"That attitude, is exactly why your grounded.....or did you forget ?" he looked up with a childish smile after managing to do his version of tieing a tie.

At that exact moment, 'Lana' exited her room, causing my rant to end.

"There you are. We were just talking about you." Audrey said calling her over.

I snorted. "THEY were just talking about you."

My dad rolled his eyes.

"Lana dear, Zayair is grounded, so she's not allowed to drive herself. I want you to keep an her okay ?"

"Okay !" she said cheerfully. Suck up much.

"Zay let's go." she said turning to me with a smile.

"WE are not friends, so it's ZAYAIR  for you, and I ain't ready." I sassed before slamming my door shut.

"I confiscated her devices, but she has spares, it's her thing from back home. She even has spare cars." My dad piped up.

"Don't you ever search ?" Aubrey asked.

"Not really, she's good at hiding them, plus she's a girl and she's my kid, i don't want her to feel like i don't trust her."

"So that's where Lana comes in." Audrey said suddenly.

"Wait, what ?" Dad and Lana asked both sounding confused.

"I'm not saying search her, but by any means, any device you see her with, take it."

Finally, I opened my door and stepped out with a scowl. "Like hell she will, touch me or any of my belongings for that matter, and you'll regret it."

I shouldered my bag, pushed past them and headed downstairs, not bothering to take the elevator or wait for a reply.

10 minutes Later...

I looked up from my phone GPS and saw that I was across the street from the lot i parked one of my spare cars at.

Smiling, I crossed the road and got the keys from the owner of the garage.

Should I write a Chapter 2 ??

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