Infinity

Prologue

Hello Lovelies! So this is my first book....*gasp*. I am still getting used to the whole uploading every few days, so bare with me please!

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Just a little warning:
This book may contain swearing and/or violence so read at your own risk.

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Ok so I'll shut up now and let you read...enjoy!

PROLOGUE

It was the shatter. The echoing sound of glass splaying itself across the wooden floor.

But it wasn't just that colossal shatter. That was the just the beginning, the thin wisps of wind before it swirled into a tornado. It was the yelling, the screaming. The anger and sadness and strife within the two people was flowing through each of their veins with equal force. Hearts pulsing the pent up feelings through their limbs, through their mouths, splaying everything onto the walls and onto the floor, mixing with the broken glass.

Never before had such a minor vase, given to us by a neighbor, symbolized so much. Never before had a family become shattered with a hunk of glass.

But ours did.

"What am I supposed to do? We have a child to look after! You can't just up and leave your family! Your wife, your child!"

Her voice cracked. She cracked.

A lone tear trickled down her cheek, shining like glass in the dim lights of our living room. She never cried. She was just like me, too strong to even imagine. We never cried. We were the comforters, the ones who held all of the wise words.

He knew it, too. He knew he had broken her. She was the love of his life, that much was as clear as a cloudless day. On good days, he would come dancing into the kitchen, singing nothing other than her name in a beautiful tune. She would blush and turn back to her eggs, or her pancakes, or her french toast. She used to tell me how she had never ceased to have those small butterflies in her stomach at the mere sight of her husband.

It had made me excited to find love. To find that one person who would do anything to be more than your world, but to be your universe. She created daydreams in my head about the man I would fall in love with. The man that always brought butterflies to my stomach. The man who would never leave me. The princess story, the happy ending. Those two made me see it as everything but impossible.

But, what does a naive little girl know? She doesn't. She knows what she is presented with. The events flashing in her eyes, day after day, are all she knows. She learns from what she sees. And she sees love. So she wants love.

Those dreams vanished with the crashing of glass. It was all gone. The love was gone. In both girls, mother and daughter, the love was gone. It was replaced with something bigger, sturdier, and lonelier. It was a wall.

The wall that blocked the heart from outsiders. The thick brick wall, one red slab on top of the other, until it was so high there was no chance of anyone climbing over. And it blocked more than the heart. It blocked the mind, the ability to trust, the ability to be outgoing and confident like my mother wanted me to be.

He ruined it all. He destroyed every good memory I ever had of him. He squashed my admiration toward him like a bug under the heel of his shiny leather shoe. He didn't care. My mother's tear fell to the floor, creating an ugly concoction with the glass and the words. It was ugly, and so was he. He started this. It was his fault.

The guilt of breaking his wife, and unknowingly breaking his own daughter, too, flashed dimly in his eyes for a moment. A millisecond in time. A morsel in existence.

"You will find a way. You must find a way. You and Aubrey will be better off without me. You know what will happen if they find out who you are. And you know I love you too much to risk that."

The guilt was gone. He was a stone.

"I do not care," she growled. "Those monsters can do whatever they want to me. I will not lose my husband."

"But you will," he whispered. "You will lose me and you will lose Aubrey. You will be leaving us here to pick up the pieces after they finish with you. Would you rather sacrifice yourself to lose your husband and your child or would you let me walk out of this house now, leaving you and Aubrey to be safe, to be...what you are?"

She was reduced to nothing. His sympathetic gaze burned her.

There were no more tears. There was just the eerie silence after the tornado. No wisps of the wind in your ears. Just silence.

And when the dust settles, you see your house in ruins. Your life was destroyed by the tornado. When the dust settles, you realize that it is all gone.

When the dust that was clouding her mind drifted away, she saw nothing. She saw nothing because he was gone. My father, her husband, was gone forever.

And I was there for it all. Little Aubrey, daddy's little girl, saw everything. So young, so fragile I was. He broke me. He shattered me with the vase. I was broken.