KING

Intro

"Do you even hear yourself?" My mother yells to me as I scour her for making me go to school. "You should be grateful I could even get you into this school! All you ever did before we moved was curse me for home schooling you, with one year left it's surprising a school like Harrington Heights even let you in."

She was right, not that id be telling her that, but I do remember all those evenings cursing her for my lack of a social life due to being home schooled. I never thought she'd call me on my bluff however, public school terrified me. The thought of going to a school, making small talk with strangers and pretending their pathetic lives makes any impact on me whatsoever, seemed exhausting and unnecessary.

"Are you worried people will recognise you?" She says with a look of anxiousness. "Mum I was 8 when those photos were released, I doubt anyone even remembers." She looks down at the floor knowing full well that hasn't mattered before, people remember. "I'm sure you're right honey, I wouldn't give it a second thought." She turns to leave before remembering why she had entered my room in the first place. "Breakfast, 5 minutes!" And she quickly hurries away before I can protest.

Think back on a time where you had to do something new; a new job, a first date or even back to your first day of school. Now imagine doing that all whilst being the daughter of one of the most notorious criminals in history. My father and the haunter of my dreams is Derick King, THE Derick King. It doesn't matter if your 90 or 9, somewhere along the way you will have heard the name. This story however isn't about him, I've let him consume enough of my life already. No, believe it or not this is a love story; a twisted, beautiful, dark and down-right messed up love story. It's our story, twisted but beautiful.

KOAs POV -
"Seriously Koa- Mae I'm not coming up there again!" My mother screams from the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes widen with horror and dismay as she sees me emerge wearing what she calls 'hooker attire'. "Nope, hell no!" She says flicking her hands towards my bedroom door, suggesting she is not so impressed with my outfit for the day. "What?" I say sharply. "Honey, I know you haven't had much experience with first impressions, but trust me this is not one you want to make" she says softly. I roll my eyes in frustration as it had already taken half an hour to choose my current outfit. "Fine!" I say storming off towards my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. "And make it quick!" she adds.

I've always thought my somewhat large collection of clothing was unnecessary, I wore trackpants and tank tops at home majority of the time but I did always have an appreciation for prettier items. I always thought that maybe by having them, I was opening myself up to the thought of friends, parties, dinners, any social gathering honestly.

I decided on a simple black  T-shirt dress that gripped in all the right places, yet covered enough to not be condemned as a hooker again by my mother. I realised the time and quickly hurried down the stairs, grabbing the buttered toast off the plate my mother was holding. "Wait! I can drive you!" She yells after me. I pretended not to hear her and continued walking out the door. I'm not embarrassed of my mother by any means, she was stunning and no where near resembling most women her age, but that's the problem with mother. People recognise her before they recognised me, she looks exactly the same as she did 9 years ago, when we became more then Koa-Rae King and Elise May King, we were Derick Kings family.

I had a pretty normal upbringing, I had a dog named Ollie and a fish named Princess, I had multiple fish named Princess actually. I grew up in Sedona, Arizona the town with 9,562 people who all knew each other names. My mum thrived in Arizona, she was head cheerleader in high school, student body president, daughter of the local preacher and charity volunteer on weekends. My mum was the definition of pure. My dad on the other hand, was trouble and if I had been there to witness them falling in love, I'd have sacrificed myself to shut that down. My dad ruined everything pure there was in my mum, she dropped out of high school to be with my dad, cut all ties with my gramps and renounced her religion. It didn't take long for the town to push her aside as trash as well.