Prologue: Just The Beginning
All my life I've been stuck between reality and fantasy. It's really not my fault, but it's my mother's. When I was six I remember the constant fights my parent's held. It was always over something stupid.
I remember the way my father's eyes lit up when he would come home from work just to see his daughter, standing in the corner drawing. While my mother was passed out, on the couch, with a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and a half lit cigarette in her out stretched hand.
He never understood her or her way's, but neither did anyone else. My mother was always hiding behind a fake facade. When we were out of the house or even had company over, she would act kind and civilized towards everyone. But inside the house with NO company over, we would always fight constantly, she would drink constantly, get high, and sleep with at least three guys per night.
Your probably wondering how the hell does she do it?! It's easy for her. She's been doing it for so long. Even before I was born. But the only thing I was worried about was how many STDs she got per guy.
My father on the other hand, actually cared for me. There's a word in that sentence that stands out the most. "Cared" Which is unfortunately past-tense.
Mom always told me he was lying. I believed her. I believed the main person who fucked up my life constantly. She believes in one thing, and ONE thing only. How sex relieves stress and how it makes enough money to buy more condoms she doesn't even need.
Selena, the women who unfortunately has the same DNA as me, has two jobs. A female prostitute and a Assistant to the high priced CEO of New York.
I've lived in New York almost all my life. Almost 12 years to be exact. We used to live in California with dad but we moved.
Me and my family looked so different from one another. The only traits I got from my mother is my feet and ears. Well, that and her height. We're both '5"61/2'.
I got most of my looks from my father and grandma. While dad always had short hair I got waist black hair. The only difference in our eye color is, his is grey with blue around the iris. I got icy blue with grey and green around the iris. My eyes eventually went cold and mysterious over the years I lived with my mother.
I got my full lips from my grandma on my dad's side of the family. My straight but perfect nose too. I have medium size ass and boobs, which is perfect for guys or so they say in my highschool. They think I have a perfect curved body.
It's kinda sad because my mom is a stick compared to me. But me and my mother have literally nothing in common. She hates hats, while I love beanies. Shes loves make-up while I can't even stand to wear eyeliner. I'm still forced to wear it when she gets a invitation for a charity ball. I may hate make-up but I know how to apply it. "Women need to know how to wear and apply make-up and because we value our appearance." Her words not mine.
I absolutely hate that though. She always finds a way to fuck up my life and make my life hers. The only sad thing is my father fucked up my life even more than she did. I was all perfect intill that one night. The one specific night that fucked up my life.
"Selena! I can't do this anymore!!" His voice traveled throughout the house. Dad came home to mom having sex with another man. It was the second time this week.
"Oh shut up! It's not like you don't do it too!" Her voice was as loud as dad's. Only it was more high pitched which hurt my ears.
I was in the corner of the living room. They were in th kitchen. I took small steps forward. My tiny feet patted against the soft silk white carpet. From part of the door way, I could see they're bodies, most importantly their facial expressions.
Dad looked extremely pissed, while mom just stood there. She didn't care what-so-ever. "I DO NOT DO THAT SHIT!!" He screamed. His voice turned so dark. "Oh really?" She asked. Her voice sounded off. "You don't go to your office everyday killing people because your a Mafia!!???"
She started swinging her hands violently at him. I couldn't take anymore. I was crying uncontrollably. He caught both of her hands in mid-slap.
At the time I didn't know what a Mafia was. Mom explained everything to me before court.
He dropped his hands to his sides. He gave up so damn easily. He walked past our kitchen door, packed the little things he had, and walked to the door way.
He found me standing in front of the door. He gave me a depressed look. "Daddy please! Please don't go! Take me with you!!" I was standing there with my arms flung out. Sadness was all in his eyes. Then a flash of anger. He took my head and slammed it against the wall, leaving a huge hole in it. My head split instantly. Blood was traveling very fast. Before I blacked out he said something that completely killed me inside. He said in a deep, dark voice, with his hand on the cold metal doorknob. He looked down upon me. My body suddenly turned very cold. "You are nothing, but a exact replica of your slut of a mother." He growled but walked off. Slamming the door behind him.
I always thought he would come back, but he never did. I only saw him one more time after that and it was the day of court. The judge told him he would've won but my head was a act of child abuse. They didn't sentence him to jail time at all. I remember the way his face fell when it was announced that my mother won the case. He had tears in his eyes. My mother was standing there smiling and crying her fake tears.
She ended up winning me and 10 million dollars so we could get back on our feet. I knew she only acted this way so she could just make a impression. Even though my dad hit me bad enough to put a metal plate in my head, I still loved him because he was my father. My true hero.
After mom won and we we're leaving for our new house in New York, dad still yelled something to me. "I love you Cadence! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! IM SORRY!!' He yelled getting up trying to follow us. I was in my mother's arms. I could see him because of the way I was faced. "I LOVE YOU MORE DADDY!! I FORGIVE YOU!!" I was crying so hard. What made me hate him was his last sentence.
"I promise I will get you back Cade!! I PROMISE!!!" He yelled over the loud voices. Tears were like waterfalls running down his perfect face. But the depressing thing that happened was he never came.
Not even once did he even fucking try. And my love for my father slowly got buried within me. Replaced by all the problems from my mother.
