Thread: A day in her life (momma X QB)

Trista was just getting out of bed and dressed for the day with a smile on her face as usual. It was amazing how her life had changed so much over the last fer years. Three years to be exact. Oh the years before she found her new home were harsh to endure. Her real father had been killed in a car wreck with a drunk driver on his way hoe form work one late night. She had only been 8 at the time, she would never forget that night. It was on a new years of all days and she and her mother had stayed up waiting on him so they could bring in the new year all together with fireworks and cake and lots of other goodies. Sadly all they had gotten was a late night visit from an officer telling them regretfully that he was not coming home. Her and her mother had been devastated that night and to be honest no new years had ever been the same since. Shortly afterwards, her mother had gotten bad into drugs and alcohol trying to drown her pain. in the mix of it all her mother had ended up with a new lover, one of her drug dealing buddies. he had manipulated her into marrying her and let him adopt her daughter and he would take care of them for life. at first it had been fine, however after her mother had sealed the deal he became a new person. he was cruel and had a tendancy to think anytime Trista didnt do as she was told that she deserved to be punched or kicked. her mother was too intimidated by the guy to do anything about it and kept saying it would be okay that it was no big deal. for years Trista put up with it and even had be his little drug runner for him just to keep from getting hit. however after she had turned 16 it got worst. the sorry bastard had come into her toom late one afternoon and tried to rape her. that had been the last straw for Trista. she somehow managed to get away from him and made it out the front door. it was the dead of winter at the time and he thought she would come running back from the cold and allow him to have his way with her after he hurt her, after all the only thing she had left with was the clothes on her back. at the time she had decided that freezing to death in the cold was better than staying with him. so she never returned. that was how she came to be at her new home. scared, broken, cold and hungry she had made her way into a shed several blocks away from her home and taken shelter as the storm grew worst. it was the best thing she had ever done with her life as she had been found by the owner of the shed, Nathaniel or Nathan as she sometimes called him. he had been so kind to her. he took her in and made her welcomed. he listened to her troubles, giving her comfort and had helped her ever since. she owned him more than she thought she could ever repay. now she was 19 and he had given her more than just a safe caring home. he had become her friend, her companion, her life's mentor, her comforter, and her protector. He wasnt filthy rich yet still he fed and clothed her and spoiled her. she now went to a private school so her family couldnt and wouldnt find her and he even helped her get into dance school to pursue her dream as a professional dancer or at least a choreographer. because of his encouragement and support she worked hard. she kept her studies up and never missed a practice. she helped take care of his house and make it clean and did anything she could to make him smile. it was the least she could do as he gave her a reason to live. finishing getting dressed, she headed downstairs. it was a nice chilly saturday morning which meant she had plenty of time to spend with Nathan until he had to go to work and then she would have to go to her dance class. afterwards she had plenty of stuff to do around the house to help him out but she would enjoy it all the same. hearing his good morning, she smiled as she came into the kitchen. good morning she said cheerfully as she went to get herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge then sat down at the table a minute to talk to him before cooking her some breakfast. Ill try my best to remind you she answered him then laughed at his asking about the fundraiser. it went rather well. Cassandra fell flat on her face in the middle of it and one older guy feeling bad for her and donated an extra 100 dollars. i think he just made the extra donation because where he was sitting im sure he got a nice view she chuckled lightly at the memory of the fundraiser for her dance school. they were trying to get money to buy new dance uniforms for the recitals that they put on. i believe we made enough to get what we need and have a little extra for other things she then told him sobering as she sipped her orange juice. how about you? you got another long day of work ahead of you today? she asked making conversation while waking up enough to be hungry.