THis is what Reading too much does to me... I get inspired you guys are my Muses! ANyway I hope you like this.. there is plenty of Spanish in this, but you can use context cues to pick up on what she is saying plus I practically repeat it in english in the action description so you will be fine. SO some little Birdie Nominated me for a Topaz Award for Author of the year. Super Honored never thought I 'd ever be recognized for anything that I enjoy so thoroughly. SO guys GO vote for your favorite... I voted for mine... and it wasn't me! (I hit the wrong divit LOL) Enjoy the beginning of this Fic. More to come and once I finish some really pressing chapters I will try to work my way back to the older stories I promise. Dont' be shy to tell me what you think!-S.K.
Green Card
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-Victoria-
"No, Daniel! No!" my novio Daniel, he cant take no for an answer.
"Que no me amas?" he asks me if I love him, of course I do but he's hurting me.
"Que no estoy lista Danny!" I tell him I'm not ready for this, as I push him off of me. Daniel is used to getting what he wants. He's spoiled and rich. He lives in San Diego. He's just slumming it here in Tijuana with a barrio girl.
"Victoria, yo te quiero, y no se cuando vuelvo porfavor." He's begging… maybe he does need me. Maybe, I am special. He says he doesn't know when he will be back. I met him at my birthday last month when my abuela took me to see my Tia Holly and her daughter Trina. But hen they moved and I havn't seen him. Until he came down.
"Pero Daniel, no puedo!" I can't! I tell him. This makes him mad and he hit me hard across the face.
"ya no voy a perder mas tiempo esquincla." He'd lost all tolerance, and he was not wasting anymore time. My head spins as I feel him tug at my panties, the more I struggle the harder he hits me. Finally I give up and I just let him do what he will. I just concentrate on the way the car moves, imagining myself on a boat at sea. It didn't take long before I feel the lukewarm gush fill me, his sweaty body stiffen over mine and his hot breath bathe the skin on my neck.
Then he dumped me unceremoniously on the streets near my barrio. I didn't cry all this time. I am numb and the destruction of my being hasn't manifested. I limp home and go into my house with my abuelita. She is asleep in our room. I go straight to the bathroom and scrub Daniel off of me, and as I clean, I was away the numbness and am left with all the pain, and I cry.
"no puede ser…" This can't be happening to me. I am on my knees, worshiping a porcelain god. "Hay Diosito… que le digo a la abuela?" I know what happened, what Daniel did to me but how do I tell my Grandmother?
I get up and walk out of the bathroom, it has been weeks since that night, though it haunts my dreams every night. Abuela is eying me from her chair. She says nothing. She just watches me and instinctively I know that she knows. Calmly she gets up from her chair and walks over to me. Raises her hand and slaps me just like Daniel. "desgraciada. Igual a tu madre! Te me largas de esta casa!" a disgrace? Just like my mother? Leave the house?"
"Pero Abue—" I began to protest.
"Agarra tus cosas y vete, no estoy aqui para quidar muchachos." I wasn't planning on her to raise my child? I didn't want this! I didn't ask for this!
I run to our room and grab as much as I can. I grab a bear full of money I have been stashing. Then I run, I run till I could run no more. I pull out my border pass, it is only good for a month's stay. I don't know where my Tia lives, but I'd find her, she'd help me I know she would. California, that's where I'd be.
I am seventeen but my border pass has the wrong birthdate on it. It says I am eighteen they printed the wrong year. I can cross the border by myself, but I have to see how I can find Tia Holly and Trina. I pass into San Diego no problem but I have little money, and no place to stay. Daniel lives in San Diego, but I never want to see that prick again.
Its getting late and I don't know where I can go. I go into a Jet brew and sit. I have enough pesos to exchange so that I can buy a coffee and scone, so I do that and nurse it until I can't stay there anymore. I have to make money. Hay Diosito ayudame. Please help me God.
-Jade-
"MOM!" I say as I follow her through the mall of the Americas. I hate San Diego.
"Jade, I love buying this stuff, it's almost like duty free shopping." She says as she herds me to the Prada store.
I groan and adjust my sun glasses. I step into the store only because even though is almost closing time, the town center was packed and the last thing I need is to be recognized. Sure, I'm not the A list in the least, but I get recognized and soon I will be A list. Because My stupid Nickelodeon show has been canceled, and I'm eighteen and can do grown up shows now.
I sigh and just stare out of the window. A girl is walking the sidewalk and eyeing the people with bags of things, she stops them and asks them a question. Many say no. I bet she is asking them for a hand out. Too bad, the rich are stingy. There is no way they are gonna give a drunk or a possible illegal any money. She doesn't look drunk. But she looks white, even though she is tan. She could pass for Mexican.
"You ready to go?" I ask my mom. I want to see if she will come up to us, I want to know what she is asking for.
"Yeah, are you sure you don't want a bag?" Mom asks.
"I have a bag, the one you are buying is with my money. So it's mine." I answer seriously and open the door heading in the girls direction but making sure I look unconcerned.
"Excuse me?" She says as we pass by. Her English is accented, but she talks like a Mexican American. I stop to look at her. "I was wondering if I could help you with your bags for a little change? I need to catch a bus to LA and I lost my wallet."
"NO thanks young lady." Mom said continuing on to the car.
"Mierda!" she says with a sigh. I stay rooted on my spot and watch her berate herself in Spanish.
"Jade are you coming?" Mom says finally realizing that I am not at her side.
"Hold your horses." I say to her, ten I walk to the girl. "You know if you told people your name, it would make them think that you work here and you wouldn't have to give them your life story."
The girl looks at me and smiles. "That's a good Idea, I hadn't thought of that. I'm just getting kind of nervous, cause it's dark."
"You want a Job?" I ask. She lights up but tries to stay reserved.
"What is it?" She says skeptically.
"Kind of what you are offering… but in LA." I say steering her to our car. "What's Your name?"
"Victoria Vega." She says. "My Aunt and cousin who live here in the states call me Tori."
"You are from Mexico? Are you legal."
"I have a visa!" She says defensively.
"So you aren't illegal yet is what you're telling me." I say with a chuckle. "Works for me, I'll pay cash."
"Jade…" She says and I wonder how she knows my name, an I not incognito enough. "Your mom called you that." I nodded in understanding. "What will I be doing?"
"Whatever I ask you to do."
