"Harold, George, this is our daughter Ameaya." He announced, using my full name. It was pronounced A-may-ya, but normally people preferred to call me May. Two of the men in the group nodded, while everyone looked me up and down. I never understood what everyone found so simply stunning about me. I was an average build with brown/red hair like silk running down to my chest. My iced blue eyes were decorated with more of a red tint then actual blue.

"Yes, you were right, Kevin, she's a gorgeous girl. My son should be around here somewhere. I'm positive that he would be delighted to meet such a lovely young lady." Harold said, speaking as if I wasn't even there, only a topic in their conversation. "Miranda," he turned to the short, plump, black haired woman behind him, interrupting a detailed conversation. "Where is Tyler?"

"Right here, Dad." A voice called from somewhere in the crowd. A fairly good looking man walked out from the massive group of people and stood next to Harold. He was a little bit taller then me with muscles bulging from his suit and jet black hair. His baby blue eyes met mine and he smiled.

"Kevin, this is my boy," he said, placing a hand one his shoulder and squeezing gently, "A fine young man with incredible potential." Harold said. He sounded like he was trying to auction off his own son. "This is Ameaya, Kevin's daughter."

"Hello" I said to him, putting my hand out in front of me. I was trying not to come a crossed fake but formal was not my thing.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ameaya." He said and placed his hand in mine. He closed his finger around my fist and shook me hand. As soon as his hand touched mine, I felt a dizzy feeling come over me. He seemed like a really nice person but I didn't have a really good feeling about him. I was the first one to let go, trying not to make things awkward. I started to sway on my feet.

"Ameaya, are you okay?" Clair asked, trying to steady me with both hands.

"I...I just...I'm tired, that's all. I zoned out." I said with a shaky laugh, trying to recompose myself. Everyone was looking at me with concern. I suddenly felt to compulsion to run, to get away.

"Umm, I'm going to get some air" I said, turning to walk away.

"I can come with you" Tyler said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I stiffened.

My father urged Tyler to go with me.

I walked quickly to the front door and didn't stop until I turned the knob on the front door and stepped outside into the cold wintry air. Tyler followed. I quickened my pace once we were outside but he seemed to notice.

"Hey, slow down babe. What's the rush?" He said, grabbing my arm. I turned and meet his stare.

"What do you want?" I asked crossing my arms in front of me.

"I want to get to know you May." He said, seductively, "You're such a pretty girl, Ameaya, how could I not?" He ran his hand down my cheek sliding in down all the way to my hip, before he curled his hand around my waist.

"Stop it." I muttered, jerking away from him.

"Let's just talk, please. I want to get to know you. How old are you?" He pulled me into him closer, so our bodies were pressed up against each other. I felt his fingers lock around my waist.

"Sixteen." I replied, trying to find a way past him.

"I'm nineteen. You don't mind older men, do you?" He asked, mischievously.

If I tried to run he'd definitely stop me. I had to get anyway from him somehow. My knee to his groin was the only way I could think of. I slowly inched away from him, but placed my hands on his shoulders and smiled at him seductively. Then, before he could move towards me again, my knee met the target and he fell to the ground in agonizing pain. I looked around and was surprised to see that no one was there.

I couldn't speak and I wasn't going to get anyone, they would find out soon enough. For now, all I could do was run. I opened the door to my black Pontiac G6 GXP and locked myself in. I took the spare key out of the glove box so I wouldn't have to go back into the house, started the ignition and sped off.

I was in one of those moments where you feel like the air is to thin and you can't breath. The only thing you can do is run. Run, as fast as you can, until your mind clears and you can breathe again. Being someone I'm not and not knowing who I should be has been chewing on the inside of my stomach for years. I had, had enough and the incident with Tyler was the last thing I could take. I was never that girl, with rich parents who married a rich bachelor and pretended to be happy. I'm sick and tired of being around people like that. I don't care about money or a good reputation.

For most of my life, I've put on a fake smile and a happy face for my father, and danced around it pretty dresses with guys I've only met once. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to get away from all of this bull shit and never come back, I needed to be me and get the answers I wanted. I had to find my place where I belong.

My emotions were all over the place as I drove into the night. I hated my fake life and myself. I hated what I'd done and what I could do. I hated all the pain I caused and would continue to cause if I lived with my adoptive parents any longer. I needed to know what I was meant for, who I was meant for. I am the single barrier between myself and other people. I'm the obstacle that's keeping me from finding love, happiness, and a normal life.All I ever wanted is to have a normal life, to be in love with the man of my dreams and have him love me back with not have a care in the world. But, as long as live that's going to be impossible for me.I'll always be stuck in this little world I've created. Only left to ponder my own questions for the rest of my life.

I started to cry. Soon my tears became too much and my hands started to shake on the wheel of my car. I pulled over into an alleyway, out of site from everyone who would be passing by. Turning the car off, I sat on the sidewalk with my back to the world and my head in my hands.