Years Later

Prologue

Author's Note:
Just to warn you guys, this is my first time writing a book, so you can expect it to be bad. If any of you guys do like it, please feel free to come up with a front cover that will get more viewers, because, let's be honest, mine is awful. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy.

Dedicated to:
LarkinSc- My BFFL-Who is also writing a book so please check it out!

Beta/Editor:
Jessica Michelle

Prologue:

As I slowly made my way down the stairs, I made sure not to make a noise since my Dad was probably having another one of those days where he drinks himself to sleep. I don't even know why he resorted to alcohol, he was the one who killed my mum. It's not like he would feel the loss, he was the one who chose to put that bullet in her head. As I reached the last step, I realised luck wasn't on my side, the wooden step creaked, causing my father to shout to me.

"Sarah, is that youuuu? If it is, be a darling and bring me anoooother bottle of Jack Daniels will youuuu?" he slurred, proving my theory correct.

I was aware that he was already drunk, so I decided to bring him a beer instead. What I didn't realise was that he was still conscious enough to tell the difference.

"What's this? Did I ask for a beer? You stupid little girl! You never do what I ask!" He exclaimed. I was now starting to panic because he was never this angry. I did not expect him to, but suddenly, he raised his hand and drew it back, slapping me straight across the face. I fell to the floor in pain. My brother, James, ran downstairs and took in his surroundings, becoming cognisant of the incident that just occurred.

"Alex, take Sarah up to her room. I'll be right up", he said to his best friend, who also happened to be the one person who enjoys making my life a living hell. Sometimes I wonder if he has a multiple personality, because sometimes he can be a devil, while other times he can be the sweetest guy. But don't tell him I said that. For example, now, he carried me up from the floor and took me to my room bridle style and cradled me in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"Shh, it's going to be alright. Let me get some anti-septic to clean your cut and then we can just chill for a bit, does that sound good to you?" He softly spoke to me, as if I was a fragile China doll, about to crack unless he treated me with delicacy. He got up, trying to mask the worry that I would just collapse if he left me alone for even a few minutes.

"I'm fine, really. Look" I said, giving him one of the cheesiest fake smiles.
"Fine, I'll be right back." He acquiesced, fear still visible in his eyes, but I guess that could also be because I know him so well.

When he returned, he dabbed some cotton wool on my cheek and then let me lie on my bed to rest, while he sat on the couch.

"Can you join me?" I asked, worried that I would have a nightmare, which was inevitable after what just happened.

He came and reluctantly lay beside me, but I moved closer to him, feeling the body heat radiate off him. I felt safe for the first time since my mother's death. This was what I thought of before I slowly drifted off into a state of oblivion.

When I woke up, I felt a heavy weight on my stomach and immediately started to panic. That was until my eyelids fluttered open and I caught sight of an arm, Alex's to be specific. Even though this should've been uncomfortable, I didn't want to move.

---------Later that Day----------

"Sarah, pack your bags! I have enrolled you into a boarding school in London! You start on Monday!"James shouted up to me. What?! Boarding school?! London?! Monday?! How dare he? Although I must admit, it was far better than staying here and living with my father, who recently became abusive. I understand that James is only looking out for me, but sending me across the globe to England?

I knew I had no choice but to prepare for Monday, where I would start a new life, without my brother, or Alex. I don't know why, but the thought of leaving Alex tugged at my heart, cheesy as it may sound. Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to develop feelings for Alex, someone who would probably never return those feelings sinceI won't be seeing him for another 2-3 years. I can't wait for this 'journey' (note the sarcasm) to begin!