PROLOGUE

For me life hasn't always been easy, for years I've been burying myself in school, some even called me a child genius graduated high school at a young age of 14 and had gotten a full scholarship to Yale. Of course I never fit in, they were always older than me but I had made a couple of friends that would be there with me through thick and thin and for that I was thankful for. Ever since I had found out the person I would call "daddy" was not my real father, my mother had cheated on him once with someone she barely knew and ended up with me, at first I felt betrayed that they never told me but I knew it was for my own good they were just trying to protect me. My "dad" treated me as if I was his own I loved both my parents, it was amazing how kind my father was, forgiving my mother for the wrong she did and helped raise a child that was not his own, they already had a daughter and a son (twins) together who were 1 at the time, but they loved each other enough to stick together.

My father had gotten cancer when I was 12, and his last wishes were that me and my siblings to try our best in everything we do which I had done. My mother had gotten depressed after my father passed and not soon after had died in her sleep the doctors didn't know what was the cause but I did, she died from a broken heart, she had cried in her sleep ever since the funeral I would wake up in the middle of the night hearing my mother cry and I myself would cry as well. I was glad when her misery was finally over, sure I loved her and I would miss her every day but I knew that she would be happy to finally be with my dad again. The twins Molly and Derek were taken in immediately by their aunt from their fathers side but they saw no reason to take me in as well, the twins were sad they loved me a lot they were always over-protective of me, and since my mother's brother had died at war and her parents long gone I was alone, my father had not wanted me so I was taken by social services to different foster families but I still kept in touch with my siblings, after I had graduated Yale at 17 majoring at business, I had started my own business at 16 making a lot of money, I had employed the people I trusted the most. Out of all my friends the one that I was really close to was Jenifer we were like sisters. I had been informed that I would be moving again, but this time to a half brother that I didn't know I had. Ya my life sucks but I've learned to deal with it and make the best of the situation, but lately my temper has been getting the best of me.

Social services got me the address to my brother they had told them everything and they wanted me to live with them and for once in my life I felt wanted, it felt like I could cry and I hadn't cried since I was 12. I had been taught by my real father that you must not cry for that's a sign of weakness it show that you are and always be weak, he told me that before he left the court room where he had given my custody to social services. For most of my life I have been trying to prove that I wasn't weak that I didn't need anyone, I had only let a few people come close to me emotionally because I knew I could trust them.

"Crystal, come on your plane to Washington is going to leave soon you should board the plane now" said my foster mom who was only worried if I missed the plane because she didn't want me around anymore. She only took me in because she wanted the money they gave her for taking care of me. She was my 5th foster parent of this year alone. None of them could handle me for more then 3-4 months.

As I boarded the plane I didn't look back, I never did when I was leaving.