Chapter 1

●Meeting Her●

Leah

•8 hours later•

After a long flight I got off the airplane looking around at my surrounding this is the second time I have been in an airport and it has been in less than twenty-four hours the scenery was amazing and the air smelled fresh, everyone busied there self around the airport either waiting on their love one, working or booking a flight.

I stopped walking for a moment to process what was going on and then I began walking again following the exact instructions I got from John he said that a lady would be waiting at the end of the section where the Canadian flights land and the people come to check up on their passports and stuff.

I didn't have one of those though I had an emergency invite and I heard that my grandmother had major links so it wasn't a problem for her to get me across the country in such a short time without my papers and other legal documents.

I was so excited to finally meet a family member other than my mother because she was truly all I had, my mother said her family had turned their backs on here a long time ago from the day she introduced them to my father they thought he wasn't the right person for her just like how she was bright and well-rounded.

They thought that she should find the exact same one to spend the rest of her life with maybe a doctor, a lawyer, even a teacher but not a guy with a nose piercing, ears piercing and tattoos has she always describe him she talked highly of him at times and sometimes.

She reminds me of how much she hates him for his stupid MISTAKES but every time she gives me a description I painted a perfect picture in my head and prayed it stays or prayed he will appear and save us.

I saw a short lady wearing short shoulder-length hair holding a sign she had on a black and white dress and flat shoes her eyes looked a bit sunken and her face looked slightly tired that was until she saw me approaching her she smiled and hugged me.

"You look just like your dad with a slight mix of your mother I'm so proud," she said as we made our way downstairs and out the airport looking around.

I looked at her for a moment until she said

"Leah come on" I was immediately snapped out of my trance as I got myself together and put my bags in the of the big black van there were two men in the front and me and my grandmother in the back.

"I'm Jessica Lyon your grandmother if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask I'll answer them," she said typing something on her phone It was a long text but I couldn't really see nor could I read most of the words anyway.

I ask her if she knew my father, and she said yes of course she would know him it's her son that was a very stupid question.

I was so excited she told me he lived across from where she lived on the other side of town I asked her how she knew him, and she said he is her son, and she tried to contact my mom for years, I sat there confused as to why I have yet to ask a reasonable question but did she try to reach out and help us.

I might have been young but I do remember every little piece of information I received because I used to think about it all the time my imagination went all types of wild thinking about me with a sibling, our parents sitting down looking at each other like they have never seen each other as we played with our family dog and toys I dreamed of it all.

But that wasn't what I received I got beaten for looking too much like my dad or acting like him how can I act like someone I don't even know, I also I had to grow up a bit fast and took care of my mother and me instead of playing with toys I cleaned up her mess and so on.

I'm not going to lie though when she is sober she is the best mother one can ask for we talked together cooked and did many things together in the same little house that kept us together until years started to pass by, and she decided to stay in the lane of drugs and alcohol I can't remember the last time she was sober.

At age six (6) she started beating me every day, one day I asked her about my dad, and she said I didn't have one and I told her that all the kids in my class had dad's, and she told me I was special and when I asked further questions she would start beating me with anything she could find.

After that, she would lock me in the room, and then she would apologize and explain that she was sick and needed some rest "Mama is really sorry little Lyon I never mean for that to happen I love you and I'm very sorry" were her exact words the first time she hit me physically and just like that one time I continued to forgive her, after all, she is my mom.