Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hybrid Daughter: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I remember the day clearly. It was sunny, and the temperature was warm. It was the middle of May, and there was not a cloud in the sky. We had just celebrated Mothering Sunday. My mother left early that morning for work. She had a small bakery cart that she stationed outside of a series of local stores. Mr. Briney had once owned the store she usually stationed her cart in front of. Mother previously had a relationship with him. He owned a candle-making store, this was before he disappeared. Mother would bring home the candles for me; I loved their smell. Some smelled like Chamomile and honey. Others smelled like Cinnamon and vanilla. Others I cannot explain. A sweet and calming combination that I cannot place. Each one had a way of making a person’s soul feel loved and relaxed. I enjoyed his company in our household, and I thought I was finally going to have a father. There were days when he would spend hours of time with me. We would play chess, scrabble, and various other games. We e

I stare out the windows of this cafeteria, another day in this luck luster of a school. High School, the best and worst time of my life so far. Another three months, and I will graduate. I wish my stepfather could have sent me to some other private school, but my mother said no. She did not want to rely on his money. Which in a sense is ludicrous since she does anyways to keep the bills on her business paid for. Honestly, in so many ways, she can be such a hypocrite. I would love to escape this mundane school yet if I did, I would miss my close friend Barbara. There are many moments which I feel like my brain is not getting any work out in this place. I have been referred to as a bright student, I have been offered the honor society several times. I will never accept it no matter how many times they praise me. I understand being a part of the club is supposed to be a wonderful experience. It will never been on my horizon. Why? The other club members are uptight twats. Those kids love

As we leave, I try not to pass by them but, I cannot help hearing some of their comments in a low manner. I am incredibly surprised how good my hearing has turned that I can hear them from a few tables away."Damn, look at Molly! She is becoming so hot! How is she so fine and I have not asked her out or fucked her yet?" Dylan says."Man, she is way out of your league!""Fuck that, she's perfect, what the bloody hell are you saying?" "Dude, her stepdad is the "Hunter Eldridge" world-known billionaire from Chicago and London" Carter said."That's what makes it better, we're both from wealthy families, except her mom, I bet she dated him because of his money". I glare at their table.'How dare they speak of my mother that way!' I am so angry; I could beat them to a pulp."Nah, I don't see Ms. Fawns as the gold digger type, getting back to what we were saying who is going to make their move and lay that uptight girl down?" Jackson says snickering."Would you boys shut up! Who gives a shit

Morning comes, and my mind is still racing over the events of yesterday. Did everything really happen? Or was it all a bad dream? After the crash, I drove straight home and ran inside me house. My mother had left a note that she would be gone all night at a social function, telling me that Hunters chef dropped off some dinner, and it is in the refrigerator. I looked through my refrigerator and found the sauteed porterhouse stakes with grilled baked potatoes and mixed steamed vegetables. I devoured my dinner and washed up the kitchen. I went upstairs and stayed in my room most of the night. My trying to convince myself that it was a bad dream, this does not happen in reality. The more I tried, the more I could not escape that it was the truth.I drove straight to school, I look around the parking lot, everything has been cleaned up. Also, thanks to “Mr. superheroes’” antics, no one saw me in the parking lot at the scene of the crash. He pulled me completely away from the parking lot so

I pray that once the school year ends. I never have to see this man again. I cannot fathom what Hunter would do if he knew my teacher had not only sexually assaulted me but, also is now stalking me. Sometimes I see a killer look in Hunter's eye when he becomes angry, especially if the situation is an extreme case such as this.I never want to see this man again, and I pray to God that I never do. I am excited to attend a final college tour of Cambridge to meet my teachers and learn where I am going to be staying. My stepfather wanted to buy me a tenement to live in but, I declined, I want to have the full college experience. I gave in to the car for transportation, I refused the Jaguar, it would stand out too much, and I did not want everyone there to treat me like I was a spoiled rich kid. I was thankful when he let me choose, and I chose a 1968 Ford Mustang. If I had to have a car, this one would be perfect but not as flashy in my opinion. I did not want a car that screamed rich but