Words Of My Song - Chapter One
A story about a girl who gets away from abuse and a popular guy who has never been shy. She's rich - he isn't. They both experience a life they never thought anyone could know....
She felt that unfamiliar thrill again, as she hoarded her holdall and various bags off the cart that had assisted her in the long walk from her plane. That buzz that told her this was her new beginning. A whole world away from her next to horrid rich spoilt girl past. An era away from the sweltering hot Californian sun, away from the crowds of Californian clones, away from the brash colors of the popular, thriving American city.
As Lasara had predicted, her dad was late to pick her up; a routine he never seemed able to break. She grinned at the thought of his kind, smiling face, broad shoulders and strong arms that offered champion cuddles. She hadn't seen him in years. Not since the divorce.
Honk honk! Her dreams of her father were interrupted by the real thing, sat at the wheel of a sleek, black range rover. Lasara began to grin, but the half formed dimple on her left cheek froze as she took in the sight of a woman sitting next to him. Every ounce of warmth drained from her bronzed body as she registered the smile on the pretty woman's face. She was wearing gold kitten heels, a green miniskirt, and black gold and green tight top with floaty arms.
"Hey, Lasara, baby! I've waited ages to meet you. Hello." The woman had a warm, singsong voice, and although Lasara thought it a wonderful sound, she felt it unfortunate that it was aimed at her.
"Hello...?" her voice, she was pleased to say, was not rude, not brash, just sweetly inquisitive. She smiled pointedly at her father.
"Oh, Lasara, baby, sugarplum, I've missed you. Now this here is your cousin Leanne Rhodes. She's my sister's baby girl from downtown Michigan and is lodging at my place, since she fell in love with the boy next door. Come here." Now that Lasara knew who she was, she liked the look of her new, trendy cousin instantly. Her face melted into a genuine smile as her father jumped out of the vehicle and wrapped his arms around her. He smelt nicely of the spicy concoctions he was always cooking up and some sort of expensive aftershave. She pulled away from him and without hesitation bent over her unsure, embarrassed cousin to give her a hug and kiss both her powder smelling cheeks.
"Hey, cause." She grinned that winning smile at Leanne whose face was relieved and happy. She had obviously been as nervous as Lasara had been to meet her. Lasara straightened out and helped Anthon, her dad, haul her heavy bags into the boot of the open-topped jeep. Suddenly, out of sight from prying eyes, he pulled her into another hug.
"Was it hard for you, baby?" he asked with a sad little smile on his face. She was confused for a moment- then realization dawned on her and my face crumpled into a disgusted expression.
"She wasn't ever really my mother. The way she always talked about hating blacks, then going and looking at me like I'm some piece of scum for being this color when it's her fault. Always calling the thugs on our block little black shits and then getting that new guy. He abused me behind her back, you know. Slapped me and pushed me around. I told her. You could tell she believed me - he was always a little rough - even with her. Then I asked her to choose between us, thinking 'Yes! This is it that was out of living with him' then not expecting it at all when she says he's the love of her life and she doesn't want to be my mum anymore, she wants to be his wife. And do you know, just when I got on the plane, I got a call and it was her, saying she'd dumped him because she'd found someone else and would I come back instantly please young lady like I was at a friends house or something. I hung up on her after telling her to forget me because I would most certainly try to forget her. I hate her. Truly. I love you. I love being here with you. Really, I've got true black blood. And I know I'll love living with Leanne as well. She seems nice. Thank you for the rescue."
Lasara finished slightly breathlessly and watched with faintly sick satisfaction as her father's face contorted with fury at the mention of the new man - not at the racism, not out of jealousy - because of the abusing. She hadn't even made it up. Being a half-colour in California, only half-good, people seemed to think they could treat her as they liked; rich or not. And Matt, the old guy, and been one of them. Also, being half-cast rendered her almost helpless in the friends department, utterly scorching her chances of finding care and love in California. So, she thought with her eyes hopefully half closed, I should be first in line for the TLC receiving department.
Thankfully, comfortingly, a warm arm slid about her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"You want to get her sued?" he asked, only half joking.
"And see her again? No way! She's in the past and I only need you from now on." Lasara finished off her conversation, melting into the sweet, firm hug Anthon had her wrapped in. "C'mon, let's get back to Leanne." She suggested a half smile on her bronze colored face.
"Yeah." Anthon freed her reluctantly, as if she was going to go on holiday or something, and made his way to the front. "You don't mind sitting in the back do you? I mean, I know you're used to luxury and things, so I have to warn you know, my place is really the humble abode. All comfy, nothin' flash, you know what a mean?"
"Really?" asked Lasara, her face twisted in mock disgust, her real delight at a home not a house concealed cheekily. But Anthon looked so worried, she melted again. "Something that I've always wanted, something that money can't really buy - a home? Boy, you're gonna have your work cut out keeping my excitement restrained!" She wasn't exaggerating. Anthon's face broke into the widest of grins as she said this. Then, with an air of excitement, she pulled open the door and slipped into the back of the car.
Once in, she looked around. The upholstery was all rich black leather which she instantly sunk into. The back was very clean - spotless in fact - and the air smelt musky and piny - as if they were driving though a forest. She took a deep breath in and welcomed her new life with crossed fingers and silent prayer of 'Please help me through this time.' Then, uncrossing her fingers, she smiled at her father through the rear view mirror, sank further into the soft seat and waited for something to go wrong in this all-too-perfect changeover.
As Lasara had predicted, her dad was late to pick her up; a routine he never seemed able to break. She grinned at the thought of his kind, smiling face, broad shoulders and strong arms that offered champion cuddles. She hadn't seen him in years. Not since the divorce.
Honk honk! Her dreams of her father were interrupted by the real thing, sat at the wheel of a sleek, black range rover. Lasara began to grin, but the half formed dimple on her left cheek froze as she took in the sight of a woman sitting next to him. Every ounce of warmth drained from her bronzed body as she registered the smile on the pretty woman's face. She was wearing gold kitten heels, a green miniskirt, and black gold and green tight top with floaty arms.
"Hey, Lasara, baby! I've waited ages to meet you. Hello." The woman had a warm, singsong voice, and although Lasara thought it a wonderful sound, she felt it unfortunate that it was aimed at her.
"Hello...?" her voice, she was pleased to say, was not rude, not brash, just sweetly inquisitive. She smiled pointedly at her father.
"Oh, Lasara, baby, sugarplum, I've missed you. Now this here is your cousin Leanne Rhodes. She's my sister's baby girl from downtown Michigan and is lodging at my place, since she fell in love with the boy next door. Come here." Now that Lasara knew who she was, she liked the look of her new, trendy cousin instantly. Her face melted into a genuine smile as her father jumped out of the vehicle and wrapped his arms around her. He smelt nicely of the spicy concoctions he was always cooking up and some sort of expensive aftershave. She pulled away from him and without hesitation bent over her unsure, embarrassed cousin to give her a hug and kiss both her powder smelling cheeks.
"Hey, cause." She grinned that winning smile at Leanne whose face was relieved and happy. She had obviously been as nervous as Lasara had been to meet her. Lasara straightened out and helped Anthon, her dad, haul her heavy bags into the boot of the open-topped jeep. Suddenly, out of sight from prying eyes, he pulled her into another hug.
"Was it hard for you, baby?" he asked with a sad little smile on his face. She was confused for a moment- then realization dawned on her and my face crumpled into a disgusted expression.
"She wasn't ever really my mother. The way she always talked about hating blacks, then going and looking at me like I'm some piece of scum for being this color when it's her fault. Always calling the thugs on our block little black shits and then getting that new guy. He abused me behind her back, you know. Slapped me and pushed me around. I told her. You could tell she believed me - he was always a little rough - even with her. Then I asked her to choose between us, thinking 'Yes! This is it that was out of living with him' then not expecting it at all when she says he's the love of her life and she doesn't want to be my mum anymore, she wants to be his wife. And do you know, just when I got on the plane, I got a call and it was her, saying she'd dumped him because she'd found someone else and would I come back instantly please young lady like I was at a friends house or something. I hung up on her after telling her to forget me because I would most certainly try to forget her. I hate her. Truly. I love you. I love being here with you. Really, I've got true black blood. And I know I'll love living with Leanne as well. She seems nice. Thank you for the rescue."
Lasara finished slightly breathlessly and watched with faintly sick satisfaction as her father's face contorted with fury at the mention of the new man - not at the racism, not out of jealousy - because of the abusing. She hadn't even made it up. Being a half-colour in California, only half-good, people seemed to think they could treat her as they liked; rich or not. And Matt, the old guy, and been one of them. Also, being half-cast rendered her almost helpless in the friends department, utterly scorching her chances of finding care and love in California. So, she thought with her eyes hopefully half closed, I should be first in line for the TLC receiving department.
Thankfully, comfortingly, a warm arm slid about her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"You want to get her sued?" he asked, only half joking.
"And see her again? No way! She's in the past and I only need you from now on." Lasara finished off her conversation, melting into the sweet, firm hug Anthon had her wrapped in. "C'mon, let's get back to Leanne." She suggested a half smile on her bronze colored face.
"Yeah." Anthon freed her reluctantly, as if she was going to go on holiday or something, and made his way to the front. "You don't mind sitting in the back do you? I mean, I know you're used to luxury and things, so I have to warn you know, my place is really the humble abode. All comfy, nothin' flash, you know what a mean?"
"Really?" asked Lasara, her face twisted in mock disgust, her real delight at a home not a house concealed cheekily. But Anthon looked so worried, she melted again. "Something that I've always wanted, something that money can't really buy - a home? Boy, you're gonna have your work cut out keeping my excitement restrained!" She wasn't exaggerating. Anthon's face broke into the widest of grins as she said this. Then, with an air of excitement, she pulled open the door and slipped into the back of the car.
Once in, she looked around. The upholstery was all rich black leather which she instantly sunk into. The back was very clean - spotless in fact - and the air smelt musky and piny - as if they were driving though a forest. She took a deep breath in and welcomed her new life with crossed fingers and silent prayer of 'Please help me through this time.' Then, uncrossing her fingers, she smiled at her father through the rear view mirror, sank further into the soft seat and waited for something to go wrong in this all-too-perfect changeover.
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