When I was young, I remember asking my mom about my dad, I wanted to know who he was, where he was from, and why he had left me. Why wasn't he interested in meeting me? Growing up, I was so insecure because of that. In Highschool, I was the girl whose mother had rolled in sheets with almost all the teachers and whose dad abandoned her before she was even born. Sometimes I wondered why my mom didn't just get rid pf the pregnancy, because she never loved me. She never wanted me – I ruined her life afterall. Mom made sure to remind me at every little chance she got. She was always good at rubbing it in my face how better her life would have been without me in it. She would have still been with her boyfriend – my dad. He would have never left her. She um, she would have finished highschool and I don't know, got a degree or something? A cool job? She wanted to be a lawyer. I stole that from her. I shattered her dreams the moment the pregnancy test showed two re

Betrayal is just a word, You know? Just eight measly words. It's humans that give it the power to hurt people, they turn a few words into a harsh reality. The worst part is that, most times it'a family that teaches you the true meaning of betrayal. The sun was out by the time I opened my eyes. I groaned and licked my lips as I sat up. My eyes shut in an attempt to hide from the angry sun which was miles away from me but felt like it was about to devour me at any moment. I grunted as I sat up. My hands instinctively went to my head — it was throbbing. I swallowed. I needed to start house hunting and then buy some Tylenol for my migraine. I dusted my clothes as I stood up, I needed to shower too, It had been days after all. I'm sure Mrs Alma would not mind me crashing her place for a shower, but that wicked daughter of hers, well — would. I also needed to charge my phone so I could make a few calls. Actually, I had only one person on

“I can’t believe this,” I whispered in a disappointed tone as I started at the blank laptop in front of me.“What can’t you believe?” Jared said from behind me, I almost jumped at his sudden arrival before I sighed and turned, “there’s nothing on the flash drive, almost as if... Someone completely erased them...” I said absentmindedly as I collected the hot cup of coffee from Jared so seemed to be sporting a confused expression.“What’s up with this flash drive anyway? Ever since we got here, all you’ve done is sit in front of that computer and stare at it.” He admitted softly before taking a sip of his coffee. I set mine on the table, Currently not in the mood to drink anything due to my frustrating predicament.My blonde hair was tired in a messy bun now and I was wearing some black sweat pants and over sized tee shirt. My eyes narrowed at Jared who seemed to be sipping his coffee with content.“Would you...” I stopped and sighed. “Would you believe if I told that I don’t think my fa

I grimaced as I rubbed my hand over my face. It seemed like the night was never-ending and the more time I spent here — staring at my mother, The more emotionally drained I felt. I bit my lip and winced as the taste of blood invaded my mouth, The dull ache in my head suddenly because stronger and I shut my eyes before I sprung them open again. “Coffee?” I heard a voice ask beside me, I turned my head to see my sister, Rye. She was holding two cups of coffee with one almost shoved in my face, her lips were pursed in a line and her straight black hair looked disheveled. I muttered some thanks under my breath as I accepted the coffee and took a sip. Silence reigned on us for a few moments before she finally spoke up. “Why do you think she did this?” Rye’s voice sounded heavy with emotion. I wish I had the answer to her question though, but the truth was the same question had plagued my thoughts for the past few hours. My mother was ever

I wrapped my arms around myself as I began to walk down the road alone. Derek’s house was just a block from here and I was sure that I would make it. It was only evening now and I had to admit that it had been a long day. This day was full of surprises and disappointments and to top it all off, I had lost the flash drive, my only hope was that it was either at home, In Jared’s apartment, at the hospital, or worse; somewhere in the alley. I shuddered at the thought. I couldn’t lose that flash drive. With my mother in the hospital and Jared acting like a total jerk, those were my only means of finding out anything. I continued to walk down the block, it was evening now and the mood seemed to settle fine in the sky, the street lights were already on since it was a weekend and I could vaguely see some boys playing soccer in a small make-shift park. I smiled at the thought of my high school days. Apart from being very passionate about painting, I was very fascinated by the idea of p