Done With Games

Chapter 1 Will it really change?

Life is never easy for anyone. In my own opinion I think life was made so that God could have entertainment around the clock, twenty four hours a day everyday. My life as is hasn't been the life anyone would call normal. I was born into this world by a woman who shows no compassion for anything, not even her "child" who she is supposed to love.  Yes, lots of girls have problems with there mothers but as soon as I was separated from my mothers womb she was already out of the door, to the next high class party like giving birth wasn't a big deal. As for my father...well at least the lord didn't short me on that one. My father is the light of my world and the only man I trust. As am I to him, daddies little girl. My father has given me all the compassion and love my mother never has. Everything that has dragged in the mothers department my father has taken care of. My father is a very wealthy man, while he actually works as the owner of many businesses he didn't always used to be this way. My father Terrance Legacy a.k.a Shade was one of the top drug lords of Detroit back in his days. The way he used to tell it, if a nigga didn't hustle hard there wasn't anyway to get out of a place like that. When I get told the story of my surprise coming about, my father tell me that a princess has no business in the dirty crime ridden streets of Detroit where you get killed for just looking at a man the wrong way. When my father found out that he was having a daughter he basically had a revolution. Having a son grow up in the streets was a normal thing, they could help the hustle and bustle of the life on the street, but a daughter now that's a different story. Doesn't mean that a woman can't do what a man does because I'm living proof that you can. I'm trained in handling guns and protecting myself at all costs. Even though my father has been out of the game for a long time that doesn't mean that greed doesn't take over people or the enemies he will always have. While I was growing my father drilled one thing into my brain that I will never forget, " the strong do what they can, the weak suffer what they must." The many years that I've lived in Detroit taught me to watch my back because no one has my back like I do. I've never met two people, a bitch like me and a nigga I need. I've made the mistake of trusting and in the end I was the only one to end up broken hearted. Men are obviously on the don't trust either, I've met some girls that are genuinely trustable but never a man. The last man I trusted was my first boyfriend ever. I was a junior in high school and thought the world ended and started with him. In the end my heart was broke into two when his dick "accidentally" slipped into my best friends Vagina. Jokes on him, I may have ended up with a broke heart but he ended up with broken windows on his new Mercedes. I of course didn't handle that, my father did. No one messes with his baby girl. Although I'm skilled in defending myself the women in our household are strictly told not to mess with dirty business and to keep our hands clean at all times. My life wasn't always terrible, the terrible part mostly had to stem from being around my mothers coldness for 19 years. Speaking of which...

"SAMERA!"

"Huh? Yes mom?" I muttered dumbly obviously hearing her talking to me.

"Can you at least act like your listening to me? God, who did you even get that from," she said, as she glared daggers my way.
"Anyways, are you all packed for your trip? You leave in two days Samera, you can't be so careless with your life."

God she can't get me out of the house fast enough. See as I am now newly turned 19, I am off to college on my own for the first time in my life. I bet she couldn't be happier.

"Yes, mother" I whispered sulkily.

"Speak the hell up! I taught you to be respectful to your elders and yet you sit there and blatantly disrespect me with you hushed muttering, is this how your going to act when your away? Maybe your should stay then..."

"NO!" I shouted. I can't stay in this suffocating room anymore let alone this house.

She snaps her neck around at my shout and narrows her eyes at my obvious worried expression until I smooth out my facial features into the blank expressionless face she had taught me throughout the years.

"It's already getting late mother, maybe we should finish packing tomorrow? I really am tired", I said through a fake yawn to display what I actually wanted to say. Get out.

"Yes, well I will go now. Your father is going to see you off in the next few days but he is away for a short while on business", she said then briskly walked out of the room obviously having nothing else to say.

I threw my packed boxes into the corner of my old room to get packed into the moving truck to be transported to Washington in a few days.

Wow, I'm really doing it... I'm leaving.

As I finished throwing the boxes into the corner of my old room I took a quick sweep of the room I had been in for most of my life. I guess it never really felt like home, hopefully the dorm I'm moving into will feel homely.i threw my covers over myself as I got into my bed and as I closed my eyes and started to drift off into the dark I wondered, will my life really change?

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This is my first book and I'm really going to get after finishing it ! Yay for getting the first chapter done ! Like and comments are appreciated!😘 Tell me what you think of the first chapter. Xo Xo Picture of Samera at the top.