CHAPTER 8

Fuck my life! I can't believe that I Christopher Yan Jiayu has to wake up early on a god- damn Saturday to do such filthy work. I know l know my name is confusing but don't get me started on it, just be lucky your parents were bothered to find you a new name instead of giving you the one they had chosen for their sweet princess who turned into a Prince upon arrival.

luckily for me my uncle took pity on me and gave me the name Christopher. It was an abrupt situation so not being able to think of any fitting names he just decided to go with the easiest, his own first name. If you are wondering why it's an English name that's because my dad is Asian and my mum is White so is her brother therefore white people and their names you know how this works so that's that.

Back to the real and present issue which is I am up at 6.00 am on a fucking Saturday. Any normal twenty-two-year-old would still be in bed having their 4th wet dream or stumbling into their House drank off their ass from a party. we needed extra cash to get things going around the house like the stupid air conditioner that's been dead for over a month and got us sweating like pigs.

I love my uncle trust me I do but sometimes he makes me feel like I would rip out his dick and shove it down his throat. He called me yesterday in the afternoon saying his friend needed a few extra hands to help him out with some work and the pay was decent. I agreed to the work since it was only trash picking around the neighborhood nothing much right?

The Old man didn't tell me we were starting work at six in the fucking morning. I mean who in their right mind wakes up this early to collect trash. Making matters worse we were picking them up from high schools and by high schools I mean not one not two but 5 high schools which were not anywhere close to each other.

I couldn't back out from the job at this point since I really needed the money and I already gave my uncle my word. I might seem like an asshole and act like one but am a man of my word once I make a promise I will fulfill it no matter the cost. That's why I dragged my grumpy self past my uncle into the bathroom and into his pickup truck after I was done. I skipped breakfast since I was too pissed off to eat, but to be fair it wasn't anything much just bitter cheap coffee and several bunt toasts my uncle made.

We sat in silence towards our destination, some music would be nice but I forgot to charge my phone last night and the radio on the car was broken, there goes another thing that needs fixing. I stared outside the window and couldn't help but think of my parents as the car zoomed past the rows of houses

Most people say one should be grateful for having both parents but I sometimes well more like most of the time wish mine were dead. To be honest it wouldn't make a difference since they have never been part of my life since I was born. At birth I was cared for by a wet nurse then growing up I jumped from one babysitter to another. All ranged from old women who kept forgetting my name or calling me the wrong names to Thirteen-year-olds who made more messes than I did when I was Six years old

I felt a small giggle bubble up inside me as I remembered Nancy this one babysitter my parents brought home to care for me while they went out to gamble and use drugs. I was ten years old by then and I could tell by the way she dressed and spoke she was just like my parents and I wouldn't be surprised if they met at one of their "adult parties" that's what mum called them when I once asked.

The babysitter to say was among one of my favorites since she was nice and actually remembered to feed me. She would also play with me that's if she came to work sobber which sadly was when she was broke or her supplier was low on stock or had gone to jail and she needed a new one.

My parents got an invitation from an old friend for a weekend out and decided to leave me under Nancy's care for two whole days. Nancy had a few of her college friends in town and since she was babysitting me she asked them to come over. It was no surprise that all of them were junkies too and no bigger surprise that they brought along some drugs.

Nancy and her friends paid me in total about a hundred and fifty dollars to keep my mouth shut so as not to rat them out to my parents. To be honest I still wouldn't have said anything to my parents even if they didn't pay me since my parents smoke weed all the time that I got used to it and I really liked her and didn't want her to get fired and leave me.

I was placed in bed early and after staying awake for a while listening to their loud giggling and laughing I dozed off only to wake up to someone violently shaking me. When I woke up Nancy took me into her arms and ran out. Only when my body shivered from the cold outside did I realize that the house was on fire.

I giggled a little in Nancy's arms and she looked at me like I had grown a third eye " Yan are you okay did you inhale the smoke" Nancy asked concerned " Maybe you knocked his head against the wall while you were running " one of Nancy's friend suggested jokingly trying to lighten up the mood but only received an elbow to the side and a " not know Kevin" from the boy who stood in his embrace.

Long story short the fire was put out the police were involved after several other drugs were found but my parents as usual managed to buy their way out of trouble. The house wasn't completely damaged by the fire but my parents chose to move than repair I was sad that I couldn't get to see Nancy again but just as happy as her that she wasn't going to jail.

After the incident, my parents got into several more trouble with the law, and with that, they decided to move not just to another city but to a neighboring country. I didn't have much there just my uncle I had no friends well not real ones just ass-kissers. I was not willing to deal with so new unknown shit in a place I didn't know about and without my uncle there to call or visit to make sure I was still alive.

My uncle who seemed to be the only person fond of me decided to take me in and care for me. I could tell you that my parents disagreed and wanted me to stay with them because the distance would be too much but I know you would laugh at my face coz we both know that wouldn't happen in this life and I doubt it will in the next.

Sometimes am glad that my parents had enough money to afford their drugs and filthy lifestyle cause I doubt they would even think twice before selling me. It's either they really wanted a daughter that they ignored the son they gave birth to or they ignored me coz am me maybe if they had another son apart from me they would love me, or it's because they don't like how I look? but no I am pretty good looking so that's a no.

Well, it's too late to care about that I don't care for their reason I survived twenty-two years without them I gonna survive the rest.