Not All Beginnings Start good

Chapter 2

Not all beginnings start good

Someone's past isn’t always the best to talk about. My life started off in hell. My father is an alcoholic and a drug addict. I learned how to care for myself at a very early age. I also learned how to deal with my father and a constant ongoing depression. I was only five when I learned to deal with these types of things. This caused me to be constantly ignored and treated like trash by other kids. It was my own living hell. I loved it there until I grew up.

I was always doing something. I kept myself constantly busy to keep my mind off things. No matter what I had to do something. I was never wanted by anyone. That was until I met Owen. I think I finally found myself after I met owen. He helped me find who I really am, and believe in myself. He knows what true happiness is. He has seen me at my worst. If it weren’t for my hell I wouldn’t have met him. I’d be somewhere wasting my time on people who’d only want me for the drama.

Not all beginnings start like we want it to and not all endings are happy ever after. My beginning was probably the worst. To be honest I don’t care.

It’s my story, no one can tell it right but me. I may have had a bad beginning but I sure ain’t having a bad ending. I promised myself that I wasn’t gonna die having the saddest life ever. I cuddle Owen gently. Owen lets small sigh of relief. “I’m glad your Okay,” we both say to each other.

I giggle slightly. These are the moments I want to stay in constantly but I can’t. I can only hold on to these moments. “ I love you, JC.” I smiled lightly. “I love you too.” We stay like this for a few minutes. We stop when we hear the front door open. “Dad must be home, we better stop so we don’t get caught.” He pulls himself up, combing his hair back. I nod in agreement. We agreed, meaning me and Owen’s family that if there was some type of love relationship that I had to move out and go back to being on the streets. Me and Owen agreed to hide our relationship for the time being.

I sit up despite the pain in my back. “You should rest, don’t bother. I’ll bring you dinner.” “I am able to walk, it’s not like they shot my legs.” I give him a serious look as I was right, they didn’t shoot my legs, just my back. “You’re right, I’m sorry for making sure you got better.” Darn he got me there. I sigh, “You win but I can still get my own food.”

At that moment me and Owen were standing, luckily when his dad barged in. “Ho! Ho! You two ready for the best meal you’ve ever had?!” He is a chef and he is also very energetic for an old man. He is probably the most energetic man I’ve ever met. He is also a very good cook. I let out a small giggle and nod. “You’re food is always the best sir.” “Ah of course! I always make the best food for you!” I grin with slight blush. “I know, I know.” we all laugh at my comment.

We head down the stairs into the dinning room. The table was set like we were going to have guest over tonight. I sigh, I sometimes forget they tend to treat me like a princess, which I hate. I am not a princess, I am not special at all. The only good thing about me is that I can travel to the future and I know how to play basketball. That’s all, nothing else. Yet, they treat me like a princess. They even got me a crown one time. A threw it away later that night. They didn’t seem to notice at all.

I decide to walk outside. It is all so overwhelming. Just being in there stresses me out. Owen follows me outside. “What's wrong?” He grabs my hand and holds it. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Letting the air fill my lungs. Then letting the air come back out.

“I’m not so sure you’re telling the truth.” “Why is that now?” I sigh. “You seem sad, I know when you are sad or disappointed.” I wrap my arms around him.

He wraps his arms around my body, taking me in. I hear the front door open but I don’t bother letting go. “Hey everything ok outhere?” It was Mrs. Maverick. “Yeah, just wanted some fresh air,” Owen replies. It doesn’t take her long to notice someone standing at the gate, staring at us. She walks towards the gate, not noticing my arms around owen. “May I help you miss?”

“Oh yes I was hoping to speak with miss conwell.” Owen stepped in front of me blocking my view of who it was. “She will not be speaking to anyone, right now.” I don’t know who it is but, their voice is rather famular. “Don’t you know who I am?” “I know exactly who you are, you left her to be with her wicked father!” My mom returned…… I am scared for my life…. She left me with him.

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