I guess my real story started when I was nine. But here's what led up to it.
I had been born into a unique life. My mom had been a model at the height of her career when she had a one night stand that turned into a nine month pregnancy. She had decided to put me up for adoption, but when she went into labor she had a change of heart and kept me, which meant she had to find my father. All she knew was that he was in the military. She found him when I was four, he came around a few times and then he disappeared until I was nine.
My mom had wanted to get back to her model's stature so she dieted, well I thought it was dieting but she starved herself. So much so that she put strain on her heart and had a fatal heart attack. He showed up to her funeral, explained to me that he couldn't take me in so he got me a safe home to go to. I never saw him again and as was the place he had found for me fell through and I was thrust into foster care.
The first home was decent, the second home had other kids that were okay, but the third home had foster parents were jokes. They stock piled kids so they could get checks from the state, we weren't fed every day but it was a place to sleep. It was in that house in Georgia I came to meet an older girl who changed the course of my life.
Her name was Lauren Hilts and she had been able to get her hands on a computer. Turns out she was smart enough to do whatever the hell she wanted with it too. She was looking for her birth parents or any blood relatives. By then I had figured out how to require the things I needed illegally, I was good at it too.
She told me she'd look for my father if I got her fifty bucks, so I lifted a few teachers' wallets at school and got it to her. She found a record of his high school and where it was, three nights later I was heading out on my own.
I met a boy three years older than me when I was ten. He saved me from an attack and we hopped a train together. His name was Joey Hart and we traveled together until I was 12 and up until he took the heat in Memphis when we got caught stealing. He went to juvie and I kept moving.
I was thirteen when I got to Kentucky and the Kensington Racetrack Stables. Aimee Martin had warm eyes and pretty blonde hair. I had come here when I was looking for a connection to my past. Looking for a trace of the father I barely knew; a lead to him.
Instead I found the Martins, I had been wandering around with no place to stay and Willie took me in and gave me a little stability. When the fire happened Willie warned me before he warned Aimee that he was calling in for help. He gave me a 12 hour thinking period to figure out if I would stay or go.
I chose to go.