I still have a baby face. My eyes are dark, very dark, almost black, and for what most people say, they are black. My hair is a dark brown, it's long ...nd wavy. It falls just short of my butt when it's down.Last year, my parents got divorced, leaving me to live with my Mom. I hated it, and I always ran away to my Daddy's house, he lived only a few blocks over from us. After only a few months of this behavior, my Mom was tired, and sent me to live with him, since that's where I really wanted to. "Lana's call was not well received. Eventually she had to tell them that this was just how it was. I was head of the clan and that was that.Of course at that moment I was only the head of my clan. A clan currently consisting of just her and I. We weren't even going to own a house in about a week having signed all the documents; left them with instructions where to deposit the funds with my lawyer to complete. I was close to being the head of a gypsy clan caravan.We meandered, drifted, enjoyed. The only exit from the room was blocked by the assassin, so Thomas, seeing no alternative started to clamber out of the window, hoping to cling to the ledge outside whilst Carmen the White dealt with the assassin or his guards arrived. The Jubanti hesitated a moment, sizing up the white haired beauty that was between him and his target. Carmen’s hands slowly started to trace an almost hypnotic pattern in the air and her lips started to move. The Jubanti’s eyes widened as he suddenly seemed to. He had tried to talk her out of going by herself.Fortunately for Catherine, her husband could not be bothered with interacting with the children about their schooling, so she would not have to worry about him talking to their son about the weekend at his college. Catherine wished she had listened to her husband, but that was a moot point now that she was being blackmailed.“Will you erase all photos and videos of me before I leave?” Catherine asked, as she looked at the two teenage boys threw.