Welcome The Unknown

Part 1

There seems to come a point in life when you need to make difficult decisions, ones that could potentially leave someone feeling very hurt, but in the end you need to do what is best for you as you are the writer of your own story. Three months ago I vanished from the town that I used to call home, and I refused to tell almost anyone where I ended up. I felt like I didn't want to hurt them with my goodbye, and I didn't feel like telling them where I was going or having to explain why I was leaving in the fear that they would try to convince me to stay. I have a hard time with goodbyes, and when people start crying or begging me not to leave, I find it very. very difficult to say no. 

I left behind a decent amount of people that I classified as friends when I left, but one of them I had to go as far as blocking them on everything I could because they just would not leave me alone. He kept trying to call, text, Facebook message, everything he could do to get a hold of me. It got to the point where I deleted my Facebook account to avoid these people. I know that it sounds harsh to do it that way, but I wasn't living in the best situation, and when I was offered the chance at starting over, I was just happy to be out of the crap show that was titled my life. 

Let me back track to three months ago and paint a little picture of what my world held. I was living on a persons couch who barely acknowledged my existence. I paid him what little money I had when I had it, and if I didn't have any money, I had to pay in other ways that made me feel ashamed. Not only that, but his buddies would come over and take advantage of me as well. Some of them were very abusive in every way that you can think of. 

I didn't have a real job, I worked under the table for what little cash I made. I dropped out of high school in grade ten, and would currently be in grade twelve by now if I hadn't done that. At the time I thought it would be romantic to drop out and move in with the guy I was seeing, that was just stupid of me. He had three other girls living with him that I didn't know about because I had never been to his place before. My few close friends were still in school and their lives were blooming with success. I hated how I hated that they had a future. It made everything harder for me to bare. I would find myself glaring at each of them as I passed on the street, trying to hide all the bruises I had.

Most people tell me to go back to school, that I could erase the last two years of my failure and pick up where I left off. I guess they just don't really understand the reality of my situation, which I can't really blame them on, since I can't fully grasp it myself.

 It was December 11th, when I was approached by a man who appeared to be about 30 years of age. He was clean shaved, a healthy weight, and strong. I was sitting on a bench in our small town park when he slide onto the edge farthest from me. I can remember his words as if he only said them yesterday. 

"You're a pretty young thing. Should't you be in school?" I laughed a little at him and pretended like he wasn't there. Maybe I wasn't the smartest, but I knew better than that. At least I had thought I was. "I was just wondering if you could point me in the right direction. I live out of town with my brother. He's looking for a nanny for his two year old son. I'm trying to find somewhere to put up a posting about it, unless you happen to know anyone." His voice was sly, and I couldn't resist myself. "How much does the nanny make?" I glance at him sideways just in time to catch his smile of victory. "$20 an hour. The kid is good. He sleeps really well and loves naps. My brother and I, we both work during the day so we can't really watch him. His current nanny isn't the best help. Again I ask, would you happen to know anyone who you think would like the job?" I let a smile creep its way onto my face. "Can I see a picture of the child?" He nods and pulls out his phone. He slides his thumb across the screen and shows me the cutest little thing in the world. I let out a squeal of delight as I gaze upon his small face. "I would love to be a nanny. He's so cute. I just have one problem. I have no resume and no number for you guys to call. I'm pretty well couch surfing at the moment." 

The smile on the man's face should have sent me running, but it settled an eerie calm over me. "Why don't we head over to your place and you can pack, and we can head over there now? My brother has a spare room that you can claim as your own. It's probably better that you stay there anyway, the baby will get used to you a lot quicker." I nodded and we stood as if we were one. I took him to my place, I packed my small amount of belongings, and we headed toward his car. I glanced around once more, preparing myself to say goodbye to all of this. Just as I shut the door to the car and we began pulling away, I watched as the guy I had been living with pulled up with two busty chicks hanging off of him, and it made me realize how much I wasn't going to miss any of them, and how they wouldn't even notice that I was gone.