The Beach

Prologue

Heyyyy, welcome to my second book!

I just wanted to come on here and give y'all a little warning.

There will be: sexual content, violence, trauma, killing, blood, weapons, foul language, drugs use.

If you are too sensitive for this it's okay. You can stop reading now

If you're fine with it, then...enjoy!

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"Aylin, you are acting childish now. She would be happy to see you after all these years and you're just gonna disappear like this?"my father called out from the top of the stairs, but I was already heading out of the house.

I was squeezing a knitted sweater in my hand, because the summer nights were getting a lot cooler, all the things I needed were in my backpack and the tears were still glistening on my cheeks. They weren't going to dry soon.

I was running away. At least for a couple of days. I couldn't do this.

"Aylin!"he yelled, but I didn't give any reaction. I heard his steps behind me getting closer, but that only encouraged me to walk faster "Don't make me call the security."

His threat didn't stop me at all. I was already in the big front garden, almost next to the big gates that were surprisingly open. They were never open this late and it pained me to think why they were open tonight.

Because she was coming over.

"You can't do this! At least tell me where you're going!"my father yelled once again while I was fighting the sob that wanted to come out of my mouth. There were just silent tears running down my face, wetting my crop top.

"I don't know."I mumbled to myself.

I really didn't. Maybe I was just going to go to some motel. I had to go downtown, I couldn't be around the beach, it was filled with security and people I knew. People my father knew too.

I didn't think about it in the heat of the fight when I was packing my things earlier. But everywhere else will be better than this house right now.

I wanted to meet my boyfriend, but I know he's only going to try and take me back to my father for "my own good". I didn't want that. I didn't care what was good for me, I just wanted to stop feeling like this.

I knew my father had stopped walking after me, probably giving me a disappointed look as he watched me walk out the gates. But I didn't dare to look back at him or this house- I was just walking, pretending like I was a normal person crossing the streets of Long beach.

My mind was spinning, my arms were feeling cold and I couldn't feel my legs at this point. I just came back from a jog when this happened and now I had to run again. But they carried me faster than my mind could process, the adrenaline and anger deep down in me encouraging them.

There was a lump in my throat and my whole chest was heavy. My eyes were burning and my whole body was fighting a shake. I just wanted to crumble and cry only by the thought of her. She made my life hell and now my careless father wanted me to meet her.

To live with her. Again.

I'll never do that. He might be naive and let her, thinking she changed, but I know she didn't. People like her never change. I didn't want to live a second in this house after I found out she was coming over tonight.

Now he's gotta decide her or his daughter.

I didn't care if I was being childish or selfish, but I couldn't go on like this. Besides I was 19 so I could live on my own. I had money and I was only going to be away for a couple of days before he decides.

What if he chooses her?

No, he wouldn't.

When I crossed a couple of the dark empty streets, I was finally alone without people giving me weird out looks. I found some corner between buildings where I put on my sweater and opened my bag. Before that, of course, I had to look around for the security my father usually sends to stalk me.

The sudden warm feeling of the thick material made me shake a little before I focused back on the small bag. My hand blindly searched for the thing I needed in the dark corner, but then I finally found it.

I pulled out a blonde wig.