Two minds - Romantic Thriller

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Lizzy

They say that you show one side of yourself to people you see from day to day, another to people you trust, and reserve one side all for yourself...

I have always found myself lost in the complexity of emotions. How a simple feeling caused by a multitude of different emotions such as love, loss, anxiety, hurt, and anger could manipulate itself to go from nothing to exploding into this very large unfathomable state that can overwhelm a person into the state of inexpression, depression, and everything in between.

I don't have many memories of my childhood before being in foster care. If I do, they are locked away somewhere in my subconscious. I have a vague memory of being someone's daughter, someone's something once upon a time, and after that, I only remember being bounced around from home to home. No one ever really wanting me or claiming me as their own. I guess once they found out about my condition, it was too much of a mess to deal with.

The homes I was placed in would always last about a month before something would happen. As a teenager, it was often the man who was supposed to be a father figure that turned out to be a sleazy pig, who would try to start something sexual or hurt me in another way. And as it always went, the wife would throw me out like some hussy, acting like it was my fault their scumbag husband tried to rape a defenceless child.

I really wished someone would have wanted me for me, appreciated or cherished me for who I was, not just for the pension funding. Yet, once I turned eighteen, I was finally able to get out of that hell hole and into society. When the time came, I took nothing with me except for the only bad habit that accompanied me on my journey - smoking pot. Well, I did take a bunch of emotional baggage as well, but who's keeping tabs?

It was the summer of Two thousand and thirteen. I had gained myself a job, a roommate, and had built a good group of friends. Life had gotten pretty good.

"Lizzy! Stop running!" Sam panted behind me, swinging for my shirt. "The longer you run, the more tired you'll become, and I'll end up catching you anyway," he called for me as my feet hit the ground in a desperate attempt to get away with my crime. The wind whipped my mid-length blonde curls against my back as my heart pounded in my chest. I looked back at him briefly as he caught up to me, pulling me to the ground.

"Lizzy, you cannot keep getting high for free." his teeth gritted in my ear as my cheek was pushed into the ground. People walked past and made side glances at us, but said nothing. This was a town where things like this happened regularly, the norm.

I pulled myself out of his grip, just enough to wiggle out of his hold. "Okay, but you know I only have enough money to scrape by." I pleaded. He got up, letting me free. I stood to the ground, dusting off the knees of my black skinny jeans.

"That's not my problem." His voice was raspy, "you either come up with the money or start sleeping with the dealer," he said. My skin crawled as he eyed my white top, which I was starting to notice was a bit see-through. "Now, look at me with those big blue eyes and promise me you will get me that money before I have time to change my mind on making you mine." He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. "I don't want to have to do something unspeakable to that body of yours, but I will if the need arises." he let go of my face, his hand falling to his side and a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'll get it to you as soon as I can," I managed to speak the words through harsh breathing. I sprinted off to my car, hands fumbling as I reached for my keys and forced them into the lock of my Two Thousand and Ten Honda Civic. Jumping in, I kickstarted the engine, locking the doors. My fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel. My heart beat faster with every pace. I briefly looked out the window, every building that went by brought my closer to home, closer to safety.