Dedication
Dedication:
I want to thank my parents for encouraging me and always being there for me. Also, I will have to give a special thanks to my biggest critic and supporter, my sister (Shon). Thank you for pushing me towards my dreams and please continue to push. It is helping me to continue to go farther and excel higher. One more thanks to my Auntie (Debra) who also encouraged me and gave me an idea on how to pursue my writing and book career.
Blind to the Eye was written and edited by DeAnna Sanders. Characters, places and events in this book are for the reading of your enjoyment and do not partake in any actual real life events. This book has been recognized by the Library of Congress, United States Copyright Office, in Washington, DC as an original work, therefore it may not be copied without the author’s permission. All rights and permission belong to the author, DeAnna Sanders.
Copyright 2016 By DeAnna Sanders
Chapter 1
As I gazed outside from the window of which will soon no longer be my home, I see a familiar face walking into the building. I started to gather my stuff together as I wasn’t sure who it was, but I had a feeling that they came for me. I heard the rattling of keys against the door as the nurse unlocked it. As the door was opening I could see the face in which I was unsure of whom it was I saw. I knew that face looked familiar. The face of my childhood friend, Stan. “Hey Kait.” Stan said as he walked in. He could tell that I looked shocked to see him. “Hi, Stan. Where’s Cassandra?” I said looking totally confused. “Well, you know your mom can’t stand to see you in this place. So, she asked if I would come and get you and of course I don’t mind at all. Now, stop asking me all these questions and let’s get the hell outta this crazy house. I’m starving.” I saw that he forgot already where he was as he quickly put his hand over his mouth hoping that the nurse would forgive him for what he just said. “Aww man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I shook my head in agreement as I followed behind him. To hear him say that he was hungry wasn’t really a big secret, he was always ready to stuff his face.
As we were walking down the steps, I could feel him staring at me from the corner of my eye. “What the hell are you looking at?” I said without looking his way. “Nothing. You look good.” I stopped immediately as he was pointing to which car was his. “What?” Stan said with a blank look. “Did you really just say that? Really? I’ve been in a damn crazy house for the past 3 years without any makeup, pedicure, manicure, hair stylist, eyebrows looking a mess…you know what let me stop! ” Stan knew that when I got mad I could go on and on without stopping or taking a breath. He took responsibility for his actions. “Kait, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen you in a while and no matter what you think, in my eyes, you were always perfect.” I rolled my eyes at him as he closed my door to his brand new Benz. The car had that new car smell that made you wanna stay in it all the time. “New car?” I questioned Stan as he started the engine. “Um…kind of I bought it like 2 months ago. You like?” Stan knew I’ve always liked the Mercedes and for him to buy one? What an ass. “It’s okay, I would have gotten a different interior color, but it’s cool.” I couldn’t let Stan know that I was envious of his car. “So are you going to tell me the real reason why Cassandra didn’t wanna come pick me up?” I said as I was looking at the asylum as it disappeared behind me through the side mirror. “Why do you do that?” He asked. “Do what?” I replied. “Call your mom Cassandra.” It took me a second to think of an answer as I really didn’t care to respond. “Because that’s her name.” I said still looking out of the side mirror. “Well, you hurt her feelings when you call her that instead of mom. I don’t know what the hell happened between ya’ll, but she raised you and it’s disrespectful.” I looked at Stan with the most devilish look as he was driving. “The hell with Cassandra and the hell with you.” I told him as his thought of respect was to any woman who openly gave him some ass. “Kait, you….you….you are something else.” I knew he had nothing else left to say as he know I will always have the last words. “Hey, you missed my exit.” I was pointing at the exit sign towards my apartment at this time. “Oh, yeah I forgot to tell you.” He said as he was rubbing his bald head in forgetfulness. “Tell me what?” I shouted angrily as if I didn’t already know the answer. “Your mom got rid of your apartment. She wants ya’ll to get closer and plus considering the situation I think that it would be best.” I didn’t say anything because I knew that she always got her way even if it was in the wrong way.
My adoptive parents pretty much owned the small town of Baton Rouge, LA. Well, my adoptive father anyway, Cassandra is just married to Eric. I know that I am supposed to love and care for the people who took me out of foster care and gave me a home, but I can’t stand them. It’s not because he’s black and she’s white they aren’t my real parents. We just don’t agree at all about my future. They want me to go into the family business of Law. I know it’s probably selfish to just think about myself and maybe even a little ungrateful that I have parents who are willing to give me anything I want, but for some reason that’s not me. I like to work for what’s mine so that I don’t have to worry about anyone coming to take it within a blink of an eye.
I started frowning at Stan as we were pulling into the driveway. “Now, no cussing, no fighting, be polite and nice. Understand?” I looked around and around throughout the car as he was saying this bull to me. “What are you looking for?” He said to me with confusion. “I’m looking for the person you are talking to because it sure as hell isn’t me.” I said back to him. “Just be nice okay. For me please?” I hated it when Stan used the phrase “for me” he knew that when he did it I couldn’t say no. “Fine Stan, but if she starts anything with me I’m not gonna be nice.” He smiled with relief hoping that I would be on my best behavior. The house still looks the same, I said to myself as I got out the car. “I’ll get your bags while you go on in.” I looked at Stan in shock because he was trying to be a gentlemen today.
As I reached for the door knob it opened before I could even get my hand on it. “SURPRISE! Welcome home Kaitlyn.” I jumped back as I heard the loud different voices screaming at me when I stepped into the house. A welcome home party wasn’t something that I expected Cassandra to do. “I wanted to do something special for you and wanted you to know how much I love you, not just me but everyone in this room loves you.” Cassandra said. I could see that everyone was waiting for me to say something. I wasn’t shy or afraid to say anything back I just didn’t know what they might be expecting me to say; a big speech or just a few words.
“Well, this is a big surprise.” I stated as I rubbed my hand against my pants thigh hoping to get some of the sweat off. “I wasn’t expecting a party for me. I’m glad to see everyone and thank you for being here and……” I paused for a while debating whether to say that I loved them back. I swallowed in order to build the words together and replied with a small smile, “I love you mom and everyone here.” I could tell that made her happy to hear me call her mom. “Aww, Kaitlyn we love you too, we all do.” Cassandra’s mother smiled through her tears as she looked like she been cutting onions with big raindrops of tears rolling down her face.
After all of the hugging, crying, talking, and laughing, with Cassandra and relatives, it was finally time to eat some grub. I can’t even tell you how much I missed a good home cooked meal. We had everything you could possibly name on the table. It was almost like Thanksgiving, but in the spring time. “Boy, Kait I don’t care what they say about your mama.” Stan said to me as he was feeding his face. “What’s that?” I said to Stan with a smirk on my face because he was making me be nice by calling her mom. “Your mom may be white, but she has a black person’s soul. Just taste the chicken and you’ll understand what I’m saying.” Everyone laughed in agreement with him stating that fact. I nodded my head as well. I may have not liked her as a person, but she really could cook.
I waved goodnight to my relatives with a forced smile as I was sitting on the porch swing. Cassandra was walking towards me as she was waving goodbye as well. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Cassandra asked and my reply was just a nod. “Did you enjoy spending time with family?” Again, I am not related to none of these people, why does she insist on acting like I really belong here? “Kaitlyn, I wished you would just answer me and not give me the silent treatment.”