chapter 4

             

                       

As she said that I got up and unlocked the door, hurried and sat on the couch that was dirty and moldy. We lived in a little town just outside of Houston, Texas. In an old complex apartment on the corner of a street that was full of drug dealers, druggies, prostitution, and shootings. It was a dangerous area.

She walks in wearing this beautiful blue dress with black stripes on it, black shoes with a small heel attached to them. She was wearing a shaw that laid above her shoulders. She had the same color eyes as I did and she looked really nice.

"Hi, Aviana" She looked at me with a soft smile on her face.

"Hi?" I said, making it seem like a qustion.

"Grandma? You can just call me grandma." She said, moving slowly towards me, I huried and backed away. Not wanting to get hurt.

"Darling I'm not going to hurt you." She said while staring at my body from top to bottom. "Who did that to you?" She asked, pointing at my arms. I hurry over to the other side of the room and grabbed my sweater and put it on quickly and looked back at her and said "Nobody."

She looked at my face with concern in her eyes. Just as soon as she was going to say something, the door busted open.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? WHY TF ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE MOM?!" My father yelled, making me cover my ears and close my eyes. He was angry and I knew I was going to get in trouble. He glared at me before staring back at his mother.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He yelled again.

"I just wanted to see you and Aviana, and see how your doing?" My grandmother said.

"GET OUT MY HOUSE MOM!" He kept yelling.

"What happened to my granddaughter Anthony? Why does she have bruises on her? Why is she dirty and have knots in her hair? Why does she look neglected?" She asked him with pleading eyes.

"THAT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN MOTHER!! HOW I DISCIPLINE MY CHILD IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!" My father was really angry now.

My grandmother looked at my father with concern eyes and she observed him from his feet to the top of his head before asking him "Are you high Anthony? Are you doing drugs again? I thought you were getting clean?"

"MY LIFE DOESNT CONCERN YOU!" Anger was all in his voice.

"Your life concerns me, I'm your mother and Aviana life concern me to, she is my granddaughter. You say discipling her, I see the bruises on her and thats not from discipline, thats abuse." She said to my father.

"She is an out of contol child and she deserves it." He said and I wasnt even suprised, but my grandmother was.

"She is only ten years old Anthony, She is just a child. What is wrong with you?" She said with disgusted in her eyes. 

"I didn't even want her, She wasn't suppose to be born anyways but her stupid fucking mom didn't get the abortion when I told her too!" He yelled, and I was suprise my father said that. My father was evil and didn't give a fuck about me but I never knew he didnt care about me AT ALL. I started crying and quickly fixed my face because I knew if I cried, I would get smack in the face. My grandmother noticed and ran straight to me, pulling me into her arms and for the first time, I felt safe.

"Take her" He said and my grandmother looked at him with a questionable expression on her face before saying "What?".

"Take her, I dont want her here anymore. She is no use to me, I hate her anyways." My father said.

"Are you serious?" She asked, "Yes" was all my father answered with.

She stares at me and asked "Do you want to come and live with me in California?"

I just nodded my head, excited to get out of this house. Of course I was a little scared as well, I didn't know this lady. But I knew anywhere would be better then here.

As we were leaving, I grabbed my father and tried to give him a hug but he just pushed me away. It hurt because I fell to the ground hard. My grandmother helped me up quickly and we hurried out the door.

That was the last time I seen my parents.

As we arrived to her home in Bakersfield, California, It was beautiful, but my favorite thing was the Japanese Blossom Tree that hung above the house in the front yard. As I was observing the house, I see a little girl that was playing next door. I see her look at me and I quickly looked away. My grandmother seen me and quickly explained,

"That little girl is Ashley, her mother works for me and she sometimes come to work with her. So you will be seeing her alot around here. Maybe yall can become good friends."

"I dont think so," Is all I said before walking in the house. Looking around, I noticed that the inside looked way bigger than I thought.

"Lets head to your room," she said walking up the stairs.

"My room?" I questioned.

"Of course your room darling, I had Angie fix it up for you, Ashley mother."

"Ive never had my own room," I said and she looked at me with so much pity, just before she smiles and said "Now you do, Lets go."

Walking up the stairs, I look around and I see alot of pictures hanging in the hallway, and I see this beautiful picture of a little girl, only a few months old, dressed in a pretty pink dress with a big pink and white bow laying on her head. As I'm looking at the picture, my grandmother walks back to me and asks "She is beautiful, isnt she?" I nodd my head and she said "Yea, she is an angel and still is."

"Who is she?" I asked, and she turned to me and said "Thats you darling."

As I look at the picture, I thought that couldn't be me, that little girl look happy. Im not happy.

We walk to my room and she opened the door and as soon as I walked it, I loved it. It had peach color painted walls and beautiful butterflies all over the walls. I had a full size bed to myself. It looked comfortable and I was happy.

I knew my life was going to change and I knew it was going to be a good change and I was excited to see it.