Who Made Me Novels & Stories

I do have lots of scars there… Staggering to the kitchen helplessly, I silently utter the words "save me" I have constantly fantasized and dreamt of the day my knight in shining armor will rescue me from my cruel family. I envision a billionaire who is a demi-good -dark, loving, kind, and protective. It's all in my head though. No man will ever want a battered woman like me, I say. I began to make the pancakes. It's my favorite thing to make. I do have a special recipe for it. Kharis!!!! Madam Carrie yells again…

I confused my needs with my wants and my feelings were all over the place and I chose the easy option, the option that was the 'safest. Months went by since Jennifer and I were together at the club, I've been doing great music wise, Marcus is happy with my voice and the songs I wrote and showed to him, he said he liked them, we even started to record some of it. Marcus isn't just a great rapper and producer but a great person too, he has that latino accent when he speaks that makes everything he says sound cooler and the way he plays with music, how he makes everything work and how good he is at it. I don't think I could admire someone so much.

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc