Love finds a way

“I look to a day when people will not be judged by the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character.” Martin Luther King, Jr. I lay still in the comfort of my duvet. My heart thumps loud and hard as thoughts raced my head. It was going to be the beginning of a new life. “Everything is different over there”, I recalled my mother telling as I left the house to what would change my life forever. I stood up to face an unfamiliar room situated in the city of California. I walked towards the window, admiring the floral prints on the fabric of the window. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. I was amused by the silence of the night, which I could not stop myself from allowing a tear to drop against my cheek. I missed home so much. I was in the midst of what was a foreign land. This seemed to be an endless nightmare. I soon after found myself in an endless river of tears which had formed. "No Vanessa, pull yourself together. You are strong, brave and independent. No obstacle too big that you can't overcome." I rushed over to my poetry book. I had used it over the year to write down my feeling, something similar to a diary.                                                       The night is a mystery, no one even dares to predict. My sorrow is                                                                                                     endless but my destiny awaits.  I woke up to loud noise vibrating in my eardrum. My aunt had been screaming my name all morning. I had not gotten much sleep last night and only managed to doze off by sunrise. I immediately jump out of bed and into the dining table where my cousin and aunt had been seat. “You finally awake sleepy” my baby cousin joked. She was the naughtiest and youngest one of my aunt's children. I know I have only been here for two weeks but she had already shown me flames. My aunt had three kids, diamond who was three, kelvin who was 11 and Denzel who was 15. I am 16 years old, I am a year older than Denzel, but even with what seems to be a small age difference, he has not warmed up to me  We ate a love simple plate of scrambled eggs and pancakes, my favourite dish. While we were eating Diamond kept on blabbering about her dream. As she kept on telling her mum kelvin kept on singing loudly to interpret her story. This infuriated her and she started shouting and throwing her toys towards kelvin. Her mum calmed her down and we were back to eating peacefully. And as usual, the eldest amongst them never said a word. I went back to my room and walk straight towards my wardrobe I had properly organized it a week before. I decide to put on a pleated mini skirt, with a plain white shirt. I wore my favourite pair of Nike jordans, (you can say I am a sneakerhead) and my magical amulet passed down by my great grandmum (I call her gogo for short). This amulet is passed down to a special child by my ancestors, and that is why my mum and her siling and my grand and her siblings did not get it. This amulet allows me to do great things, is one of its kind. But I can only perform all these things once I have turned twenty-one.  I took a good look at my self in a full-length mirror. I was confident and beautiful. I had blue-black eyes caused by the amulet, my ass was big and juicy, I was hand a small body but a tall structure and my melanin skin radiated perfection.  As I was about to leave my room, I saw a message on my iPhone my dad bought for me on my birthday. It was from m ex. It read: "Baby stop ignoring, I need you in my life. My c***k has been hard all morning." I could not stop myself from remembering that night. It was a party at his house, I knew he had a crush on me but I was never allowed date throughout high school. He was drunk as hell, everyone was expected me. He wanted to show me something and my naive self followed to his room. In there he expressed his love for me in a passionate way, I had to do something. I grab his shirt and closer as he looks in anticipation of my next move. I gentle giggling a kissed him on the chick. This turned him on baaad. I could feel how strong his erection. He lowered his hand and grab my ass in a rough manner. He summoned so much strength and picked me up and lay me gently on his bed. I was wearing an off-shoulder dress. He gently pulled my dress up and started touching "it"' with his index finger. Before he could remove my panties, I grab him by the neck and positioned my self on top of him. I wanted to lead. I remove his trouser and gave him the b*****b of his life. Till this day I have kept my virginity for that special one.  When I can downstairs, I wanted to do is sink myself on the sofa watching Netflix. I used to watch DSTV back home in South Africa but this was way more fun. Before I could what the next episode of she’s dangerous my aunt stood in front of the TV and gestured her hand towards the remote. I immediately handed it over and watched as she swiftly off the television. My parents always to obey my elders and anyway I know she cable of reporting me to my dad. “It’s about time you go and explore the city, take Denzel along.” After twenty minutes I would be out on the streets. I have been temporally living in a very nice neighbourhood. The scenery was beautiful and calm. Denzel was had been looking at me the whole time we walk through the park but he dared not to say a word. I was left to my own thoughts to entertain me. He suddenly stops and sat on a wooden bench. It was seemed newly painted. I then sat down, and that when an awkward silence began. It had been five minutes and no peed a word. I was eager to find out whether he was an introvert or he just didn’t like. “So…So So Where is your father” I stammered. As fast as the speed of light he answered, “Why do you wanna know”. I didn’t want to know cause I already knew where his father was. He was working in a hospital in Canada and only visited them during the festive season. “I am sorry” I saliently spoke, my ego was too big to ever say sorry but there is a first for everything. “He works in Canada in a big hospital NGO,” he said, “Sorry for being mean”.  Before I knew it we had been talking about our lives, our favourite food, music, colour, etc. We had so many things in common. We had a passion for music, Hip pop to be precise. “So you going to start school tomorrow”. My heart skipped a bit at the sound of the question.