Hi, I'm Dakota, and this is the story of how I went from being the daughter of a mafia lord and gag leader, to taking down that group as an FBI agent.
A few years ago I opened up about my past to my boss. I expected more punishment then I got, rather than punishment, they began a larger case on my family. That's one of the many reasons they're having me relocated, they will use my prior knowledge to find and incriminate the Kenyon gang. Maybe after that i can finally be Amara again… but I will never be a Kenyon again..
I could hear the yelling behind me, "Amara, get back here! Amara!" That was the last day heard my birth name… well sorta. I was leaving my family, my friends, and the guy I was supposed to marry in a week. Being fifteen I wasn't ready for this marriage, or of the lifestyle that I had to live through to be married to a guy that was soon going to be our gang's leader. Let alone the fact that this guy was fully buying me off of my parents...I was never interested in going against the law, in fact I wanted to be a detective or FBI agent, who knew that someday I would. My best friend Sadie helped me escape the hell I lived through. Before I got to her I heard gun fires starting to go off. Realization hit that I was putting an innocent girl in danger, so I went to change directions but my only other options where all direct death or direct capture. So I jumped into her truck and she peeled out. As a couple shots hit the truck, luckily none of the shots hit me or Sadie.
I found myself apologizing profusely. I never wanted her to be hurt. Or anywhere close to the danger I lived through every day. I've always loved how delicate she was, even though she was also one of the strongest people I knew. She lived to be kind, she stuck up for the weak, and proved to be a lot stronger than the people she was associated with. She belonged in the world. And i believe someday she will be an admirable leader.
There were many reasons I wanted to leave. In my home I was constantly abused, sexually, mentally and physically. I was used as if I was money, or if I was property to be traded. I was never a person, let alone my own person. I was being forced into marriage by a guy that paid my parents to treat me as a prostitute. I was forced into selling, and buying drugs for my family. Actually to think of it I was forced to be involved or to commit many crimes in that time. This included drug dealing, prostitution, murder, and so much more. My family was wealthy, but they got all of their money through crime. It's been that way for several generations, and I'm sure more to come with my brothers not seeing anything wrong in the lifestyle we lived.
James, the guy I'm supposed to marry was actually a childhood friend, that was until I turned 12, him 16. That's when he started using, and abusing me. He wanted to use my family name, he wanted to get involved in my family, and to become part of them. He did so much to prove himself to them, which caused me to slowly start resenting him, and the man he would become to be apart of my family. I always thought it was sad how he wanted to use the name of criminals to get ahead in his life. It started with theft, and the last thing he did was kill the other person in my life that meant anything to me, this is when I was 14. He killed my boyfriend, Jared. Jared was the only person that has ever treated me as if I was a human, and that i could be someone other than an an image.In the short period of time that I knew Jared, and dated him I felt happy, and very alive. I hate that it's my fault that such a sweet person died because of me. I will never forgive myself from that.
"Sadie, after you drop me off at the hotel go to the cops. Tell them exactly what just happened. And tell them that you need to be protected" I said quickly and then grabbed the bag in the back that had light brown hair dye and light green contacts, I heard her voice softly speaking before I could finish going through the bag of stuff I asked for "Goodbye Amara… I know I won't ever see you again, so I know this is our goodbye" she then smiled her light smile. Sadie is the kind of girl who everyone either wants, or wants to be. She is beautiful, kind, and interesting. She always knew how to have fun, and she always knew how to make you smile. She was definitely the last person on this earth that I wanted to get hurt, the first person was my dad, and second was James. That was the last thing I would ever hear her say, and the last thing I would hear with my name being Amara. "Sadie, thank you so much for this. You're the best friend a girl could ever ask for. I love you" I said in response, then got out of the truck. I still think of her some days, how she's doing, if she has a family now, if she remembers me. I hope all of her dreams came true.
Getting out of the truck I grabbed the bags in the back again and said goodbye. Rushing into the hotel room I started preparing to change from being Amara Kenyon, to being Dakota Morris. Not even Sadie knew what my name was going to be after I left. I was going to fly across the world. I was changing my style, my hair color, and my eye color. I would be a new person. I usually wear dark loose clothes, Sadie bought tight fitting neutral clothes. A lot of browns, greys, tans, and whites. I've been growing my hair out, it use to be an a-line cut, now it's to my mid back and eventually it'll get much longer.I use to ovoid makeup, but now I'll probably wear a lot more of it. This is going to be some of my many changes that I have to go through, but in the end it's to be a new person, in a new place. Maybe someday I'll be able to change into a different style, closer to comfort, or perhaps I will find an all new style that opens myself up to being a new me.
To hide the length of my hair from them I've been tying it into high buns and wearing hats. Surprisingly it hid everything really well.
Well anyways, that's what I was thinking as I was making all of these changes. Life has been different since that day, and I did change my style… I decided it'd be best to at least try to fit in to my surroundings. I was able to go to my first rodeo! That was so fun, and I got to learn how to ride a horse. I finished High School, and was even accepted into schooling to become part of the FBI.
I got married, and several years later everything was ruined for me. My married life wasn't very happy it was from when I was 18-20 and he ended up abusing me just like many other people before him. I didn't fully understand that what he was doing was abuse, in my previous life I was used to getting far worse pain.
Soon after I started my devorce James found me, and my family. He started a house fire, and I couldn't save them. I about died while trying. I went into a coma for about a year. When I woke up I just wished I died rather then my babies. I went into a long depression. I'm finding my way out now. Tomorrow I move into a safe house with several other people. I still don't know much about this house, or the people in it. I know that I'm supposed to keep my identity as an agent, and as previously being a Kenyon secret, and that is all. I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring, but it's about time I close my eyes to find out what tomorrow's story is.
I decide to pull over into this little motel on the side of the road, as much as it's not a nice place it's the easiest and cheapest idea. Renting a room out to close my eyes was simple, falling asleep rather than thinking about everything was difficult. I didn't sleep until about midnight….
I woke up in the motel, I stayed at last night to get to the safe house. The light just barely hit the end of the bed, I could tell it was early, how early I asked myself before turning to the clock seeing it being 4:30 am. I'm not too surprised about the time. I've been waking up earlier and earlier. As usual I will get ready for a run, run from 5-8, take a shower, and be on the road by 9. I should only have a couple more hours to go. These hours may last a long time, but they will bring me to my new future.
While driving to the house this undeniable fear hit me. Questions forming into my head made me feel dizzy. Questions about my past, my future, and my present. How do I answer anything properly. I don't even know who I'm supposed to be anymore. I have to make a new identity while issuing my current name. I could go back to one of the several things I've said previously. I could be a bartender from Chicago, or maybe I could go back into acting, or a small town waitress. All I know is I can't be who I've been for the past couple years. I can't be a mom of two beautiful babies, and I can't be the wife of this dreadfully abusive man. I can't set the image of a beautifully happy family anymore. So who is Dakota Morris now.
My hair is long, it lays just below my butt, it's still super full, it's a dirty blonde color, and my complexion is fair. So what kind of job could work with that.
Dakota Morris, a bartender from Chicago. Often seen wearing revealing clothing, and often flirting with the people around her. She has a bit of an arrogant feel, and she tends to speak in sarcastic cocky tones.
Dakota Morris, an upcoming artist. Born and raised in a small town, worked in a local coffee shop. When on breaks, or during spare time always writing lyrics to her next songs. Although she puts herself in the spotlight she is very humble, and kind to everyone around her.
Or
Dakota Morris, shy timid girl. Began journal writing when she was very young, and slowly progressed into story and book writing. She doesn't speak much but when she does it catches the attention of the room.
As I thought through my options a saw a help wanted sign. It looks like a coffee shop. So I pull over to check it out..
I enter through the french glass doors. I was surprised by the simplicity of this place, and the undeniable homey feeling. The tables looked as if they were antiques, hard wood with incredible design on them. Checking google maps I find that its only about fifteen minutes from where I'm going to be living, so I walk up to the cashier and ask about the open position. And that's the start of how I will become a new person here…
On the road again, the last fifteen minutes went by quickly, and at the end of it I go down a gravel road, leading to a very country looking place. It felt like I was entering a calm and happy environment. A place that could end up being my home.