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Vannesa had a rough childhood. Her mum died when she was eight. Her dad left her when she was six. So she lives with her grandmother. Ever since she was nine. She doesn't trust anyone not even her grandmother. She defenitly doesn't trust her father. she can't trust anyone anymore. But will she finally learn to trust someone? Not only trust them but be in love with them. But will she soon learn betrayal again?


1. Mothers aniversary

I grabbed the Coffee pot and poured the coffee into two mugs. I put the pot in the sink. I grabbed the tow mugs an walked to the table. My grandmother was reading something. "Here mama" I said. I call her that. "Thanks nessy" she said as she took a drink of the coffee. I say down. "mama.." I said softly. "Yes nessy?" she said as she looked up at me. "Do you Uhh..know what today is?" I said nervously. "Yes" she said. My eyes filled up with tears. "Mama..." I said holding back my tears. "Today was the day mum died" I chocked out. A tear fell down. She hugged me. "Mama I miss her so much!" I said as I cried. I know it's been nine years. But what can I say? She was my mum. And every year we go to her grave and say a few words. She let go of me. I wiped my tears. "Mama I'm going to the do we need anything?" I asked as I stood up. "Milk.." she said. "Okay" I said as I walked out. I got in the car. I drive around. I wasn't sure where I was going. I told mama that I was going to the store but the truth was I just wanted to get out. I finally stopped. I wasn't sad anymore. I was more mad. I was angry that dad left us and that mum had to pay. I always thought of it that way. That it was dads fault. That's probabily one of the 2,000 reasons I hated him. I got out of the car. I realized I was at a resteraunt. The one Kristina worked at. Kristina is my only friend. Or was. Kristina went missing. When we were twelve. She was my one and only friend. Gone. So every time I go here it remind me of when we were little when she would sleepover at my house and we would laugh and braid eachother's hair. We would tell eachother everything. I knew all her deepest secrets. Like that she had already had her first kiss. Which was a big deal when we were young. She came with me to my moms funeral. She cried with me. They never found Kristina so I guess everyone just knew she was dead. Everyone just stopped looking. That is except for Mrs. Dandervill. Kristna's mum. She never stopped. I see her eyes get watery every time she sees the missing poster. I feel bad for her. I walked into the resteraunt. I walked to the front desk. In the back I could see the old paper that said missing in big letters an had a picture of Kristina when she was little. My eyes watered. I got a table and sat down. After they brought me my food I sat there. My stomach hurt. I cried. I tried not to make a scene so I cried quietly to myself. But tears were falling constantly. I looked at my plate I realized my food was wet from my tears. I pushed the plate away. I payed and left. I got back into my car. I sat there and cried. On my way back home I bought the milk. I got out of the car. I walked inside. "Here's the milk" I said. "oh thank you nessy" mama said. I put it into the fridge. "So nessy because it's been ten years were going to have an memorial this year" she said. "Okay" I said. "So you better go get ready" she said. "okay" I said. I took a shower and put on a black dress. I curled my hair. I did my makeup. When I was done my mama was still getting dressed. "nessy if your hungry there is soup on the stove. Serve yourself" she said. "Okay" I said. I walked to the kitchen. I served me some soup and ate it. But before I was done mama was done. "Here nessy" she said as she handed me a paper. "What's this?" I asked. I looked at it." It's you and your mother" she said. I felt bad but I know gr andma felt pretty sad that her daughter died. So I wasn't the only one feeling bad about my mothers death. "I can't take this it's yours" I said handing it back. "No keep is you and her" she said smiling. Grandpa had left grandma just like how my dad had left my mum. So I was a little scared that my husband would leave me. My grandma always said guys can be mean and guys can be nice and they can make different decisions about both nice and mean and one. Oils be bigger than the other. But I was still afraid. "Let's go" mama said. "Okay" I said. I put the picture in my pocket. We left for the memorial.

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