For once finally something good is happening to me. If you told me 12 years ago I would be living with Zane in a 4 bedroom penthouse with a balcony view with our pool and hot tub of the beach in California, I would have never believed you. A lot of things happened when I turned 18, well for one I was worried Zane would've moved on from me now. Like God damn boy you have been here for me for 12 freaking years and I still haven't scared you away..wtf. Second of all, we moved to California. I guess we both wanted a "new beginning" or whatever people say to get sympathy when they tell other about their tragic life story and "how it made me a better person and appreciate everything life has thrown at me" but this isn't like that. We were just sick of being in Dallas, were we both knew we had family. Family who never bothered to come and try to adopt us or even try to see us, after all the least they could do is find out how the child they just gave up to a hell hole was after many years.

We both decided that anything could happen if we stayed in Dallas, running into former adoption parents, wanting to track down our families. We were in the downtown area so if we decided to have kids I for one would not allow them to be raised in neighborhood with gun shots being fired every minute and violence around every corner. Yes I know, thinking about kids right now if far fetched especially since I just got my freedom but I mean we live in California with a freaking 4 bed room penthouse showing the god damn beach anything can happen! Maybe I'm over thinking about our future but a month ago I didnt even know if we had a future together or by our selves. I don't know what I would do without Zane, he's been my rock and I've been his. Every issue I throw at him, he has the solution like some answer machine honestly its kinda weird but it makes me feel safe, protected even.

With everything I have been through throughout the 18 years, the one person I can trust with my life is Zane. Wow I'm an emotional wreck for an 18 year old, trusting my boyfriend with my life thats just...wow... "Hey babe wake up, you fell asleep on the couch watching Dance Moms, again." Zanes husky morning voice woke up me up.

"Dammit, now I have to rewind the whole show until to the part where I dozed off," I groaned while getting up. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my neck, my hand flew to the origin of the pain. "Shit."

"Hey what's wrong babygirl?" As he came over in his black and white suit. This boy knows how to turn me on even early in the morning, god bless my soul.

"Uh no nothing just my neck, its what I get for being addicting to my lifetime shows *eye roll*." As I was debating wether or not to go take a hot shower or ask for a neck massage...or both

"Babygirl come here," I sprawled out of our coffee leather sofa and into his lap. "You look awful and you need a neck massage asap."

"Your lucky your cute otherwise it would be the sandwich mishap all over again young man." As he kept massaging, I couldn't help but to fall asleep in his arms.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

I woke up in my silk sheets in a pool of my sweat, hardly being able to get up, I hoisted myself up with the help of my cute night stand beside me. I grab my towel and my blue and white triangl bikini as I head downstairs to grab a snack to eat while I'm relaxing in the hot tub. As I entered the kitchen something was off, not like that "home alone and I heard a noise from upstairs" kinda feel but instead a gut feeling that something was off. I was pretty well known in Zara to have these gut feelings and I was always right.always...I would say the scariest part of having these gut instincts (as Zane calls them) is not knowing whether or not who or what its about, just imagine one minute your having the time of your life and you've had this bad vibe the whole day and then theres a knock on the door you don't think for a second whose gonna be behind the door and you open it willingly and as you creep open the door you see a cop.

A cop. As the female officer opens her mouth to tell you the bad news you break down crying. Your cousin who has been sober for the last 3 years was found dead in a alley with a blood alcohol count for 1.12 liters while the state of California's BAC is only 0.08. And thats just an example, no one knows what this "gut feeling" holds, it could hold exciting news and you dismiss the feeling as just a case for the butterflies..you never know. I spun around like those girls who are about to be killed in the horror movies, but I quickly rejected the fact that someone who was uninvited was in my house. The house was fully protected we had a really good alarm system so I doubt some computer genius/serial killer wanted to make himself at home while I'm here. I grab some ramen noodles, opened them up, put the extra vegetables on the top in the trash can, poured in water and finally put them in the microwave for 5 minutes. I realized I left my phone upstairs, as I made my way upstairs I heard a noise...

I grabbed the blow poke that was on the fireplace as I slowly made my way up the stairs. The noise was like footsteps on top of the roof but that was impossible because one single misstep and your 6 feet under ground. So I guess it was impossible but just plain stupid. I decided to make a run for it just grab my phone and run outside without looking back. I for one am not someone to give up easily but I just woke up with my neck still being a pain and I feel like I have a hangover, not particularly in the mood to be potentially fighting someone right now if you understand. 3...2...1... I sprinted as fast I could while still holding the blow poke, as I grabbed my phone and was making my way out the door my foot slammed into the damn thing "WTF WHY SHIT!!" I crouched down to my bloody foot. Literally it was bloody asf. As I tried to get up I fell back down, my damn foot was throbbing so badly. I caught a glimpse of my pjs and the bottom caught a little bit of blood also.

"Great another thing to wash in the sink covered in blood." I sat in the exact spot for a while just thinking about how I was going to go get my raman noodles. I reached up to the door knob and pulled my self up, amazed that the door knob didnt break off. As I used the staircase to my advantage, I finally reached the first floor. I picked up my swimsuit and towel I left on the couch's pillow and walked to the microwave, I took the noodles out and grabbed a fork. The one thing I didn't understand was what had made the noise, maybe nothing maybe something only the thing that made the noise would know. Just kidding, but seriously kind of worried. I kept my head down and ignored anything suspicious, like I said before, not in the mood to potentially be fighting with something or someone. Hoping one step outside and all my stress to just swim away. Get it? Cause I'm about to go in the pool haha..ha... No? Ook anyways.

Before I left through the back door, I got a wash cloth soaked it in water and a band aid from the bathroom and changed into my swimsuit. "Praying this won't sting when I get in the water," As I walked out. "God damn I was right, all the stress in the world is gone." I excitedly walked over to the hot tub and placed my pajamas next to me on the circular marble curb. I took slow steps into the hot tub facing the back of the penthouse, as I reached the bottom I started to let everything sink in, the pain I endured over the years and how I pushed my feelings away just like I did to everybody who cared about me. I held my breath and let the hot crystal blue water burn my face as I went under water. I felt a tug on the top of my head and as I was reaching the top, I knew something was wrong... Very very very wrong...