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I understand that it seems kind of morbid and all with her past but I have to get that out of the way and settled for a good base it will heat up…really soon ;)

So on with this next chapter, sorry if she seems kinda off and OOC but she had a hard life which will play into future tribulations :)

I was seething on the inside. How dare that bastard, dumbfuck, retard think he could wind me around his pinky finger. Just because he can pull off a smile that makes you feel like kinky sex didn't mean he had the right to parade about on a testosterone high and think he could have any girl he pleased with just one word. That…dirt bag.

Seth and his group of friends left after I went in and came back out. Auntie Cuevas was sitting in her rocking chair looking like a wizened crone out of a fairy tale. I shifted around in the door way a bit, slightly nervous and feeling very awkward just being there.

I didn't know this woman. I never knew she existed. I never knew I had a great uncle with the last name Cuevas. Hell, I didn't know there was even a tribe named the Quileute. I was at total lost here. There were no concrete jungles, no Projects, it was just a whole lot of nature and one person who decided to take me in. I hated my position right then and there. Not my life, I learned to value it.

"I never knew about you." I said softly, feeling the urge to break the silence. Aunt Cuevas stopped what she was doing, looking closer I saw a piece of wood in her hand; she was carving it with a small scythe.

"I know you didn't. I never knew about you until Manuel was in the hospital. After that I knew everything." She replied stopping the steady rocking of the old wood. She turned to pierce me with those brown eyes. She patted the railing next to her; I moved and leaned comfortable against the wall, my back supported by a beam.

"That was his name." I stated, not asked, unsure if it was wrong.

"Yes. That was his name." she returned to the piece of wood in her hand. I watched her hands glide over the wood with ease, like a hot knife in warm butter, shedding away the excess to form a small curve here, a dent there. It was amazing to see old hands come alive, doing something with so much ease.

"I met him at my fathers shop." Aunt Cuevas said in a low voice, and after years of training my self to hear undertones of words–it meant survival in the barrio, I could hear her rich voice waver slightly. Most likely grief was the instigator but a hidden chord deep in her symphony of a voice sounded mystery. Call me crazy but Mexican blood leads me to believe superstition.

"Your father's shop." I encouraged, loving the way the sky grew darker as night threatened to spill over the day.

"He was charming and new, fresh and a mystery to me in this old reservation. He came around looking for work he got a job as cashier in my dad's store gradually he earned enough money to make a place of his own. A restaurant. Mexican food, better than microwave burritos most folks buy, earned himself a reputation with that place, gradually after the years of working with me in my dad's shop, and employing me immediately when I applied for a job at his place, we fell in love. We got married." She stopped abruptly and deftly wiped at her face, I detected moisture on her hand before she wiped it on her thick woolen jacket.

I shifted uneasily, I was always awkward around people who's loved ones die. I knew how it felt and when I had been ripped at by those feelings I didn't want condolences I wanted to be left alone. I refrained from saying anything to her, instead waiting for her to go on.

"I told him everything about my family, my people, my history, the legends…and what parts of them that weren't… but when it came to his side…he would close up. I just knew that he came from Los Angeles and he was Mexican. And he had a niece that he loved, a lot. They would exchange letters weekly it made me happy to see him so excited every time they came, but I never saw them not until the day he died. Sounds like a bad soap opera plot huh?" she asked smiling.

I returned her grin.

She went on ceasing her work and watching the rain, "He died of old age that is what the doctor said but I wouldn't believe it, he seemed so alive like had a hundred years left in him." She paused, "Before he died he told me I could see the letters he exchanged with his niece and made me promise that I would keep his promise to his niece. After he died and we buried him I came back and found the letters. They were like the entrance way to his side that he kept hidden."

I locked eyes with her and looked away. I wasn't sure why but I did.

"His niece was your mother; she was his favorite out of all his family. He loved her, he practically raised her, and she was the light of his life the apple of his eye. Now that's not to say he didn't about keel over when he heard that she married your father, an Arab and not Catholic." She laughed and looked at me, humor laced her expression, "He took a chainsaw and fell nearly half the trees we ever owned. But he came to like his nephew-in-law as time went on. Than I opened one particular letter and it held news of your birth. I remember that day, back then it held no significance but looking back I realized how ecstatic your uncle was. Pictures were sent, and so much information. Over the course of four years you earned a name in this house, I didn't read his letters about you then but I knew who Keinan Eztli was." She smiled warmly I smiled back, the back of my neck turning prickly, I felt like I was being watched.

I almost turned around but she continued and I was lost in her rich voice spinning the tale of my uncle. "After I read those letters I found out about your love for sports, soccer and football. I learned about your ability to light up a room with your smile. You were a charismatic kid at two and at four you could worm your way into anyone's heart. The stories were wonderful, the time you pushed a boy in the pool when he called you a terrorist, the day you ate a worm just to prove to your dad that you could. It's like we both knew everything about you when Manuel died. But that was a long time ago. Your much older now and I doubt the years have been kind. Your uncle cried when he found out you mom died. Then your dad, I think that's what led him to his going down hill. In the last letter your mom sent she asked us to be your god parents. We accepted. Manuel before he died, I after he did." She stopped and smiled up at me tears threatening to spill over.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. All these years of living a life that robbed me of my innocence, and I barely found out I had two people willing to take me in. Now only one because my uncle in the barrio didn't tell me about them sooner, I was pissed. Extremely pissed. But at the same time I was happy because this lady was giving me what I was asking for, underneath her story she was giving me a new chance. Start over a new start at life, here away from the ghetto I could live here.

"Thanks." I choked out. Smiling she nodded.

"A few rules. No dating anyone outside the res. Because I don't trust anyone without Quileute upbringing, you are an exception. Two, you can have your Uncle's pickup truck as a very late birthday present, if you work at your Uncle's restaurant with me. I'm getting old and cant' handle everything, I'll pay you but you have to work the shifts I need you at ok?"

"Sounds like a deal…Tia." Aunt in Spanish.

She smiled at me and stood up, "Ok, inside we have a long day tomorrow. Monday you are going to school whether you like it or not. And I can't have you dressing like you belong in the get-go."

I smiled and followed her inside. Life was going to be good.

I slept in a real room that night. Not some cot with a couple other kids in the hallway because there were too many kids to count. This was a room. A real room. At first it unnerved me how much she knew about me. There were pictures of me on the walls, I was a baby here a toddler there. Yep I remember eating that worm, there was still a little left hanging on the left side of my mouth. I honestly don't remember it tasting that bad.

In my room there were pictures of my mom and dad, in Cancun, Oaxaca, and Guanojuato. But there were pictures of them in Lebanon to, I only knew because the place was labeled. There was Tripoli, Beirut, Jezzeine, Baal' beck next to Jupiter's temple. They looked so happy. My mom with the big lips, major curvy body, shaped eyebrows everything I had. But my dad held just as many as my features, I had his Hazel eyes, the trademark hairy gene, I had the thick hair and long eyelashes and excessive arm hair…I'm not perfect. I had his stance too. Cocky, slightly arrogant the simple shift of the shoulders that translated to "I rule the world with sexy me." Yep, I'm not perfect. I turned around before tears escaped. I will not cry. I refuse to. I hit the bed, refusing to think of that one day. I will never bring that back to memory.

I closed my eyes and fell into the bliss of sleep.

~0~0~

I woke up to someone shaking me. I growled softly and buried my face into the pillows. I was in no mood to be interrupted from sleep.

"Up Keinan Eztli I have someone for you to meet. Come on up." I opened my eyes to my Tia's voice, rich and deep like dark chocolate. I sighed happily, coming here was not a cruel dream I was actually starting over.

Motivated by these new thoughts I swung my legs up and over the side of my bed smiling blearily up at my Tia.

"Breakfast, today you have no shift at the restaurant, you just got back but you do have a job today, you're going shopping with a friend of mine. Only a little older than you, you will have fun, come on up." She smiled at me and guided me by my elbow down the hall and to the kitchen table.

I was greeted by a young woman. She was very pretty, but when she turned long scars marred her beauty, I didn't stare. I knew what it felt like to have scars. I didn't like staring so I didn't stare at hers.

She smiled at me and I willed myself to smile back, to my pride it was a strong smile and not half meant.

"Hello I'm Emily." She put her hand out and I hesitated I had never shook hands with someone before it was all just weird handshakes and shoulder bumps. I managed to stick my hand out and shake, firm and proud.

"You are really beautiful." Emily said seriously.

"Um…thanks...?" I muttered unused to being called beautiful. Just fine and damn fine, and baby daddy worthy, degrading words in my experience, I ignored that and smiled again at Emily.

"Wow, Aunt Cuevas you never told me you had a niece like…this."

Tia just looked around and winked.

Emily turned back to me and grinned mischievously, "So did she tell you where we were going today?"

"No." I said backing up slightly.

Giggling Emily shook her head, "Awesome a surprise then, come on no time to waste, and I'll bring her back at six ok Mrs. Cuevas?"

" Okay! I'll be at the restaurant!" she yelled through the wall. I shuffled around awkwardly; I was still in the same hoodie and jeans from yesterday.

"Come on!" Emily grabbed me and raced me out through the door, I was placed in a white Toyota, and I guess trucks are mandatory here.

"Umm where are we going?" I asked lacing up my converse.

"To get you accustomed." Emily said winking at me before pulling out of my Tia's driveway and racing on the roads still wet from the rain.

"So where did you live before here?" Emily asked good naturedly.

Damn how was I supposed to start over if this crap kept on coming up?

"Ah…the Bronx."

"Oh…" I 'm pretty sure she caught on to the awkwardness of the situation, "Sorry." She said.

I shrugged and glared out the windows.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Sixteen since two months ago, October twenty-fourth." I said eager to get to a new subject.

"So you see anyone you like yet?" she asked slyly grinning at me.

"I got here yesterday!" I protested.

"The boys went over to your house yesterday." She said grinning.

"Yeah…"

"Well?"

"They're ok…"

"Sam is not ok! He is beautifully sexy." She said pounding the wheel in mock emphasis, "We're getting married soon."

"Congratulations…" I said feeling awkward, "Uh how'd you meet?"

"You would never believe…" she laughed from there it turned into easy conversation. Until we stopped in front of a store I rarely saw but knew very well.

Victoria's Secrets.

Damn.

"We are going shopping for you. You need clothes besides figure-hiders" She said smiling gesturing to my baggy sweatshirt hiding my figure. I choked on my words and stared at the store, realizing we were no longer on the rez, I didn't move… I honestly had no chance with being…feminine. But I won't tap onto those memories yet.

"Let's go." She said dragging me out of the car and into the shop.

Glaring around I muttered, "These are clothes?"

"Nope." Emily snickered turning around to me, "But they're what you wear under them and we need to start with the basics so let's get started.

Leading me to a stand she started to throw pieces of silk at me. I swear they were just like pieces of scrap cloth nothing close to underwear.

Than she went for a bra stand, turning around she asked my size. I'm pretty sure I blushed.

"C-34…" damn that was hard. I was still read as she flung a whole bunch of cool skimpy things at me. Than I received a bunch of camisoles in various colors, pretty socks and a whole lot of soaps, shampoo, lotion, perfume, and other stuff.

I walked into the changing room scared. And I walked out dreading the fact that I would never think of my body the same way again.

Emily simply laughed at me and dragged me to store after store, buying me shoes, shirts, jackets, sweaters, jewelry, jeans, Capri's, shorts, only one skirt and…some dresses. I made a deal with her she could buy those if we went to the sports store, where I bought a pair of running shoes, basket ball shorts, running shorts and headband with Barcelona in burgundy print. I loved that team.

It was dark when we got back to the rez; I was slightly apprehensive and worried. I wasn't sure if I was going to see the restaurant today, for some reason it seemed very important, and I wasn't sure if I was ready yet.

"You ready to see the restaurant?" Emily asked sneaking a glance over at me.

"No."

"Cool let's go." I nodded grateful for her optimistic personality.

I kept my head down until I felt the car stop. Slowly looking up I almost broke down. It looked so much like the memories of my old home…the really old one, with my dad and mom. It was a mix of Mediterranean and old Pueblo style and in neon lights was the name, El Híbrido. The Hybrid.

That night I fell asleep to the sound of the dryer cleaning my new clothes, and the sound of an old Quileute lullaby that Tía was singing. I fell asleep even more easily than the night before.

~0~0~

I awoke to the gentle shaking of my aunt. I sat up and stretched, today was the start of a new school. A new start, another beginning, and as much as I wanted to go back to sleep and make up for the nights I had missed on those noisy barrio nights, but a new beginning. I was so down.

"Emily called to give you an outfit to wear, I wrote it down for you, because I'm not explaining what you're wearing underneath good sensible clothes." She huffed mockingly and retreated to the kitchen.

I narrowed my eyes at the piece of paper. I didn't want to see it, but I grabbed it anyway, and gaped. How I wish I had at least packed some granny panties but I didn't. Grumbling half-heartedly I changed into the…silky blue push up with the matching lacey underwear, and they were just slightly…comfortable, ok maybe I felt like I was walking on air with something this sexy on. Than I put on a pair of skinny jeans ripped up the sides decorated fish-nets with black flowers showing through where there was no jean, paired with a black jacket and a purple V-neck.

I left my hair in its braid though; it'll be staying in that for at least a while longer.

I passed through the kitchen grabbing a cookie and some water, and the keys to the Chevy outside. After waving good bye to Tia I sized up the car.

It looked well-used, sturdy, and not too fancy. I was fine with that, fancy cars walked along with pimps, I didn't want anything to do with that crap anymore. I felt safe in the car, it smelled like the woods, mint and tobacco. Not bad.

I made it to school after a couple of wrong turns. And after sighing in at the office and introducing myself to the principal I was escorted to my second period class.

Sex Ed.

My first thought of this class was ok. Then I saw the teacher a balding man who looked like he had been rejected by way too many women. Which knocked my rating of the class from twenty to eighteen. Than, eighteen to fifteen when I saw who walked in, Jared and that other guy…Paul. Oh, but it dropped when I got my seating arrangement. I was next to Paul alone, at our two seat table, in the far left corner, farther from the teacher's desk, damn, fifteen to five.

Five to negative ninety when he announced our first assignment, I hated this guy.

"This is a pop quiz that will count towards your grade. It is to get to know your partner and your capabilities as partners. Turn it in at the end of the period, you may start."

Immediately the room was flooded in whispers.

I glared at Mr. Fat bald and ugly, this was most likely just to avoid teaching us. I didn't want to get to know Paul. Much less sit next to him.

I snatched the paper at the front of our desk and opened it.

Multiple choices, only scientific terms were to be used. Like I wanted to use the word dick with Paul next to me.

"Are you just going to stare at it?" he asked I turned to glare at his cocky expression. Halfway from a smirk and bed-room eyes. I knew this type, I guess they were everywhere in the world. Womanizers. Bastard.

I picked up my pencil and leaned closer to the desk, I felt him move closer until our elbows touched, and I refused to back down. Even when he pressed his well-defined arm onto mine.

"Let's answer." He said huskily, his breath brushing the hair at the nape of my neck. I stiffened and ground my heel into his toe.

He let out a little groan, "Necessary?"

"Yes. First question. Male genitals."

I printed in my neat script: Penis. Testicles.

He scrawled: Dick, love spuds.

I gritted my teeth as I felt him snicker. He moved closer despite my gold stare, his leg pressing against mine.

Next question: Female genitals:

How awkward.

Vagina.

He had the gal to write: So many answers too many to name.

Next question: When is it appropriate to engage in intercourse?

Good little me wrote: After marriage.

. I shifted the intensity of his stare was disturbing but surprisingly welcome.

He wrote: Now…As in on this desk now.

I introduced my elbow to his gut, it hurt, a lot. I whispered screamed, "What are you, made of iron?"

He grinned, "Wanna find out?"

I ignored him and continued with the questions.

Should protection be used?

If necessary.

Never, it takes away the full pleasure.

If so what kind is most helpful?

Birth control, condoms.

Birth control. Condoms don't allow full male pleasure.

What attracts you to a possible mate?

Intelligence, modesty, truthfulness, respect.

Nice body, experienced, pretty…vulnerability.

After writing vulnerability he moved even closer to me so that his entire left side was pressed up against my right. I refused to back down, he wasn't going to win in this battle of wills.

So I wrote, Move away.

Make me.

Paul move your stupid ass off of me.

I'm not on you…yet.

You're disgusting.

No, I'm kinky.

I hate you.

Sure you do.

I'd get on my knees if some magical being wiped you off the face of the earth.

If I knew how to get you on your knees, you'd never be getting up.

I glared at him out of the corner of my eye and he winked suggestively. I set my pencil down and refused to even bother with him, until he taped me and pointed at the paper.

You look sexy in that bra.

I growled loud enough for the people in front to hear us, the looked back slightly alarmed, I pointed at Paul and let him get the weird looks.

What color is it?

None of your business.

Actually it is.

Ha! How?

If only you realized that you belong to me.

I belong to no one.

Everything about you belongs to me babe, you hair you body even the kids we're going to have one day.

I drew a hand flipping him off. He grinned impishly and drew an explicit…diagram.

"I hate you." I whispered.

"Already?" he asked feigning innocence.

The bell rang and I stood up, ignoring the way he turned his body towards mine and somewhat cornered me against the wall, "You may hate me now, but you'll love the things I'll do to you later."

"Go jack off." I snarled and pushed past him, to next period. Math, disgusting. Still it was better than sitting next to pervert Paul.

I walked in and got a seat at the back. Again. Halfway through I started to nod off, I stared out the window and nearly fell out of my chair, sitting on a bench was Paul about five yards away from the window smirking at me. He crooked his finger in a: Come here, gesture.

I flipped him off but all he did was jerk his hips suggestively and throw his head back in mock ecstasy.

I blushed but turned away not wanting to deal with him.

The day passed by fine a couple of the boys were in my classes Paul was only in my P.E. and sex Ed. I was so grateful.

After the bell rang I walked out into the hall but stopped short when I noticed Seth and his friends standing at the entrance laughing, Paul was one of them. He was laughing and winking at girls that passed by.

Just as I thought, a freaking player. Pinche puta. I hated him.

I tried to fall into the crowd and I almost made it to the doors and to sweet, sweet freedom. But I felt a hand on my shoulder. Did I say hand? More like paw.

It was huge and blazing hot, it sent a thrill rocking down my spine and I looked up disgusted at my reaction. Why was I not surprised it was Paul? He looked down at me and smiled, he had to look down, I was like three inches compared to this bean pole. That doesn't match though, he's way too ripped…and fine…I meant foolish!

"Why don't I walk you home today?" he asked smiling.

"How about a rain check for never?" I said brightly and turned on my heel, but I felt an amazingly warm arm wrap around my waist, not entirely unwelcome when the blast of the cold air hit me.

"No, I want to walk you home now." He whispered into my ear before I could slap him he nipped my ear and led me out of the school rubbing my waist with the hand slung around me.

This guy could probably bench-press a sumo wrestler; I had no chance of getting away…yet.

OK.

Yep, now we're starting :D

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