The Start of Something New
Starting my life over again is so not going to be easy. Maybe that’s why I actually kind of took Dr. Straub’s advice and got a journal to vent in. Will people really see it for what it was? That no, even if I was known for going out with more guys than Manny Santos at once, I did not want that dirty no good scoundrel’s hands on me beyond anything more than a nice kiss or two. He followed me to the point of stalking. How else did he know the exact parties to attend? How else was he able to find me time after time alone and weak to the point of no control? The doctors can’t even prove that he really did drug me because I did have a beer or two at those parties. Oh I know she gets drunk so she deserves her just nuts or something. Well yes I did do something stupid by drinking but it was never about being cool and drinking it was about me liking the taste. So I guess he must have drugged my beer. God I DO hate myself for not keeping my damn drink with me the whole time. Well Mr. R said last year that I couldn’t attend his school of ‘high morals’ while being obliviously pregnant; so he held me back a complete year. Now all my best friends from the senior class are all off doing their own college thing. Dylan is now with a new boyfriend from what I last hear of him. His little sister, Paige, who always seemed kind of cool to me is going to be a senior this year, sad thing to know you are going to be graduating with your best friend’s little sister. But even if I do regret what Drake did to me and all the stupid shit it’s caused I’ll never regret Rachel, my cute little girl. I named her after her grandmother’s middle name. I probably could have gone back to school for the last quarter but I couldn’t leave Rachel alone for those vital moments in her childhood. Especially after I myself know how it is to be without parents. Mom and Dad died after being held up at gunpoint while they were in Los Angeles on business. The police found the bastard and everything but it still tore my older brother, Eric up inside. It probably wasn’t a good thing to already add to his list of problems ranging from mild depression to mild schizophrenia. If he hadn’t had that mental break down after Mom and Dad’s death he would have been the one to take care of me him being twenty five but I had to take him to the institution and ask the government to get me adopted. I guess they talked with all my parent’s close friends and they decided to hand me over to Richard McLean, Dad’s old boss who is filthy rich. I know Dada(my name for Richard) loves me as his own daughter so I don’t want to think of myself as one of those girls who would complain about how terrible her life is without her parents. Dada has never married a woman and is glad to have me as his daughter. While Dada is one of the nicest and most understanding parents in this world he himself did feel the need to lecture me after the whole Drake incident about leaving my now non-alcoholic beverage just lying around. His policy on Rachel is that I had to find a job to pay for her childcare and half of her living costs, the rest he pays for. Wow maybe Dr. Straub does know a thing or two about his profession that actually kind of helped me just a bit. Maybe I’ll give Dylan or Paige a call…