Whispers

Chapter 1

Valencia,Venezuela 1993. Cold breeze, warm weather, some will call it the perfect combination to add to the perfect life. Some will just call it the beginning of another working morning. The beginning of the same routine of many years and of the many years to come.

Marissa Cristina Segovia Gonzalez, that was my name. At least what I remember. The daughter of a very know and rich family, the Segovia Gonzalez. The last one to be born but the first one to be gone…

I can assumed by now that you are confused with what I have written. I am to your disbelief long gone, I disappeared into thin air, the warns ate my flesh. I am dead. It's going to be a long ride so have a seat and enjoy my story.

It all started when my brother Gael came back from Spain, April 15 1990, I was 12, at the time my brother was 32. He was a whole 20 years older than me. We didn't share the same mother just the same old and bitter father. Spain was where our family came from. Galicia the land of the sea, the land where us the Gallegos come from. I was born in venezuela where my father had decided to settled but without letting any of us forget where our roots are and without ever disrespecting the land that gave him his fortune and grand life VENEZUELA.

Manolo Antonio Maria Segovia la Carcel was my father. He was 52 when I was born, his last child… Or so we think.

My father owned all of Sabana Grande, a very beautiful place located in Caracas. This city was not your typical city, some would considered the New York City of South America, some might say it was better. Who knows I can't remember much anyways. On April 15 my father asked me to take the ride with him to pick up my brother Gael from the airport and as surprising as it was to me to received such an invitation from him I had no choice but to accepted. The ride didn't take long, only 2 hours from our house to the airport but that's when my life changed and I didn't know how twisted it was going to get.

"Marissita, mi nina. It has come to a very difficult time my princess, things will start to change… I decided to send you to Spain with your mother for some time. I am a man and I just know how to raise men, take the time to get to know your mother and to become a woman. You'll be back home after a year I promise you."

I couldn't say anything, I did not understand what just had happened. My father, the man that took me away from my young mother because she wasn't worthy of raising me had decided to ship me wherever he had sent her 11 years ago.

"Papa, but why? What did I do wrong?"

"Hija you did not do anything wrong, it's just.. It's just that I can't went through with what I went through with your mother. I just can't!"

I couldn't understand anything, with my mother? What did he meanies never been so confused and, and so hurt in my very short life but there I was going on what I thought was going to be a very innocent and quick trip to pick up my bother, where instead I was being dropped off to God knows where because my father couldn't go through God knows what again.

"Hija you will be fine, I will call you as much as I can. I love you.."

Tears were running down my eyes, it was just too confusing and there was nothing I could have done. Just like that and with a suitcase that one of our maids had packed for me I was put on this place to where our roots came from, Spain.