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Running my fingers over her name gives me shivers. I have wanted to look inside for so long, to have a piece of her, to carry with me always. Lying on the top is a picture of her; I know it has to be her. There is a woman leaning against a motorcycle, my dad's Harley.  She is wearing short cut offs and a tank top, her red hair is glowing in the sunlight, she looks happy. Inspecting the picture closely it looks like she is pregnant, is that me in her womb?
    L aying the photo to the side there is many documents I don't understand, looks like legal stuff, they all have the name Kara Marie Johnson on them, wonder if that is her name .  Being careful to keep everything in order, I continue looking for more links to her.  It is mainly papers; there aren't any other pictures of her. My chest sags when I come to the bottom of the box, now that I have seen her face I feel even emptier, just like this box.  Taking the photo I stick inside the book I was reading; I am not ready to let it go. I place the box back in the trunk when I hear a small clink come from inside the box. Inside is a ring with a silver cross on it, I take the ring and shove it in my pocket and scurry from the room as I hear the sound of a Harley barreling down the road.
    I scramble to hide my book under my mattress in my tiny room that is really more of a closet. It has room for a twin mattress in it and that's about it. I miss the house we used to live in; at least there, I had a real room and some real friends. The kids around here snub their noses and treat me like chewed up bubblegum stuck on the sole of their shoe. Rushing to the kitchen, I shove my hands down in the cold dirty dishwater, left over from last night no doubt.
    My panic subsides as I hear the motorcycle breeze on by our small home. The only thing that makes my days bearable is my walks to and from school, but today is a Saturday, which would normally mean Diablo, Squirrel and Betty, partying it up, but with two of the three gone, I am at a loss as to what to do with my newly found free time.
    Drying my hands on my pants, I walk outside and sit on the porch to people watch. The little boys who live across the street are having a water gun fight. I've never had one, watching them play is soothing though.  The sweat is beading across my forehead and spilling down my back, three years here and I still haven't gotten used to this Texas heat. One of the boys sees me and asks if I'd like to play. Figuring there really couldn't be much harm I decide why not, looks like a good time.
    Taking the plastic pistol filled with water from the boy's hand, I run out into the street with them firing recklessly at anyone that moves. Today for once, I feel like a normal kid. I don't feel like the biker trash that has to watch her every move afraid of what kind of hell her dad will unleash if she doesn't hand him a beer fast enough or if I look at him with an expression, he decides he doesn't like, because it reminds him of my mother.
    Betty actually comes outside and is laughing, enjoying the fun with us. By the time it is over my shirt is soaked through. We are all laughing having a great time when my dad and Squirrel pull up unnoticed because we are having such a great time.  Suddenly I am jerked backwards by my hair, "What are you doing out her parading showing off yourself to these boys girl? Look at you, disgusting, I can see your nipples poking through your shirt."  Daddy yanks my hair pulling me into the house nearly ripping a patch of my hair out.
    "I need a bra, if you'd buy me o ne, no one would see them."  My hand quickly goes over my mouth; I know that little outburst is going to cost me greatly.
    Squirrel and Betty are following close behind. "Knew I couldn't leave youin's alone, knew you'd act like the whores y e are the first chance you got." Diablo takes his belt off; I know he is going to whip me good. Squirrel has a nasty smirk on his face, I think he likes when daddy punishes me.
    "Please