A/n SORRY!! Confessions >___>
Okaay . Look Guys , I know ive been slacking VERY hard on this book. But bare with me. Theyll be updates sooner than yall think. Ive been super busy. Sorry yall. But Thanks for reading. Tune into other books of mine as well. OH And im sorry Bellaa Dreamers , But .. I have A Confession. I've been cheating on you all for about 3 months.... Im on Wattpad. And the bad thing about that.. Is i kinda update there frequentlly. Sooooo.. Sorry. But check me out on wattpad, @Bellaa_Dream
The very beginning
Everyone says dont judge a book by its cover. Shit. You can say that about strippers too. You look at the sexiest or the "toughest" most fierce looking female in the most popular strip club in Alanta - Daddio's. And you might say "Damn she bad as hell or she look real stuck up" and that was everyone's opinion of me. Little did they know , Im just plain ole' Inala Taylor.
A teenage runaway just tryna' make it. Tryna' make a living for myself. Shit , this was nowhere close to the life i envisioned. But oh well. I thought one day i would be a school teacher or work with little old people. But unfortunatly i became Chyna Doll. I got the name Chyna Doll because to Tre the owner of Daddio's, Everything was perfect. Just like a doll. My face, my body, my personality, just everything.
I came from a family of 5. Born to Sienna And Richard Taylor. A mother that was Black and Portugese And my Father was Black and Vieatnamese. I have Three Brothers , Two Sisters. I was always closer to my brothers than my sisters. My sisters were always on there own track. They had no time for me. Inala was always too silent. Or Inala is just to weird for us. The bitches never gave me a chance. My mother was a hard worker so she was never around and my dad was a drug pusher but somehow he made time for me. And only me which made me feel invincable. I remember me and daddy's last day toghther like it was yesterday.
Me and daddy went out to our fav resturant Chan's Chinise and afterwards we walked down to the Ice Cream Parlor. His smile was bright as ever. I didnt know why then but i understand why now , But daddy the whole entire time we were out he looked around nervously. We were walking in a dark ally and out of nowhere some men jumped us.
I got woken up by a huge tall man, I still remember that evil face of his. He dragged me by my hair to see my father one last time. He was strapped to a chair and had been beaten brutaly. He smiled one last bloody smile at me. Another man standing beside him asked "Any last words to say to your pretty little bitch, Richard?" Daddy giggled. "Inala.. Do what you gotta do babygirl. This world is oh so very cold. But you gotta make it. Do it for papa. Be strong. Never be weakend by others. Love yourself as much as daddy did. Daddy loves you babygirl , always and fucking forever."
He lowered his head and prayed. The man that i was woken by laughed hard. "Ha. Jesus isnt here to help you! He fucking hates you! Just Like Sienna Does!" With saying that the bigman walked infront of daddy and ----BANG! Daddy died instantly. I began to cry heavily. The man that was once standing beside daddy came to my side "See.. Little girl this is what happens when people dont do as you tell them to. And thats also what happens when you try to run and hide from what your ment to do. Daddy's in a better place now." "I hate you..." My voice cracked. I didnt know how to get away. So i did what daddy taught me to do. Fight and look for the very next exit. My eyes scaned quickly and i found a cracked window. I was small enough to fit through the crack.
I charged down many blocks before i finally ran into someone. "Help please! Help-- There were big men and guns and those people killed my father please help me!"
They first called the poliece then my.. mother. Or whatever the hell you want to call her. My brothers began to take my father's place. Meaning paying the bills, Working, And spending quality time with me over the years. But it wasnt like my father. I needed my daddy back.
My mother continued to hide shit from me. And of course she distanced herself away from us. Especially me. Like she was SOOOO in love with my father. Fuck that bullshit. She never loved him.
Everytime i saw her fugly face those words rang through my head a million times. "He fucking hates you! Just like Sienna does!"
I got tired of being a charity case. I got tired of being pitty'd. I was tired of my sisters. I was sick and tired of seeing my brothers work like slaves for my mother that sat on her ass and didnt do shit for us anylonger.
At the age of 16 i ran away and never even thought to look back.
I was now turning 20 in a couple of days. Everything was going great for me. No drama. No kids. No family but shit i was fine with that. No boyfriend and i damn sure didnt need one.
Birthday Girl
I slowly rolled out of bed. I glanced at the clock. 9:23. Shit. I hated waking up earlier than i had to.
Im always engulfed by my thoughts if i do so. "Happy birthday Inala." i whispered to myself.
Every birthday since daddy died hasnt been the same. Ha.. Me and dad would jus
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.09.2013
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