Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Female Alpha's Peak: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

JOSIE"Honey, breakfast is ready" Dad is calling from downstairs. Good old Dad. He's made breakfast already. The sweet smell of pancakes and waffles float upstairs to my bedroom. My tummy growls."Boy, sounds like a thousand hungry lions are in there." I tap my tummy lightly for silence "Josie. Honey. Breakfast!" Dad calls again, voice laden with impatience."Be down in a bit Dad. Gotta fix me up a bit." I reply even as I jump out of bed.  I stretch my thick body and run my hands through my hair. Boy, it's so thick, gotta stop by the saloon one of these days. I have always been lucky with my hair, it's rich and thick the only way a typical Navajo can have it. I love to consider my dark long hair as one of the lucky traits I got from Mom. I look a lot like my l

JOSIE  School is out and Stacey offered to drop me off at work. I know she's doing this not because she's such a nice person. We both know my friend isn't one for niceties. She eats lunch at Patty's. I guess she figured she could get an extra cup of a milkshake if she saves me the ten minutes’ walk.  We are standing beside Stacey's truck she prefers to call 'Reddie'. It is an old beat-up truck that belonged to Frankie as a present for his sixteenth birthday. Well, that was years before I came to Kansas.  Reddie is in bad form today and has refused to start. Stacey has this toolbox she takes around with her. It contains all she needs to fix the truck whenever it is in one of it's moods such as today. I stand by and watch her get down to fixing it. God-knows-what's in the bonnet.

DANIEL Josie had just introduced me to the talkative old lady when she began to talk about Jeremy's nephew being in town. Obviously Riverside isn't aware of who I am or who Mama was either. The papers must have really done a number five years ago. I am blinded with rage by the time I pull up in my driveway. I am thought to be a demon. I had left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving Josie and Patty confused. I haven't been this mad since I left Florida.  "I would only be the ruin of her." I tell myself about Josie. She's young and pretty and would soon be leaving high school. Bringing my cursed self into her life would cause her nothing but pain. Just when I thought I finally belong somewhere, the ugly past comes rearing its head.  I am determined not to see Josie again to save her the pain and

Prom Night"Ann, Ann is that you? " Dad asked playfully upon seeing me in my mother's prom dress."No dad. It's Josie" I reply smiling" You look so much like her on that blessed night. " Dad walks up the short flight of stairs to me." Princessa, you know she's proud of you wherever she is right? " he asks taking my slender wrist in his large hand."I know. "" Good girl. So, what are you gonna do? "" Make her proud, Dad. " I reply. This has been our thing since mom died: Dad reminding me of how great I was and how mom expects me to make her proud from the great beyond. I know Dad wants me to be the perfect daughter, he's so scared o

Saturday morningIt is the buzzing of my cell phone that wakes me up. I had fallen asleep with the paper on which I sketched Josie plastered to my chest. The sweat on my body made the paper stay stuck. The events of the previous evening come rushing back. I smile, I can still smell her on me."Hello," I say picking up my phone"Hello Dan" It's Trace screaming at the top of her voice, she sounded traumatized."Trace, is that you? " Tension begins to rise in my chest."Where's Stan?" I ask apprehensively. How can he leave the woman alone at this time? She's near her due date for Chris sakes."Stan's not here, he has some businesses up in Detroit to handle."