✎𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬☭

Prologue

My name is Y/n. I'm seventeen years old. I've been living in Ashlee Village my entire life. Everything was going great for me. I had plenty of friends, a boyfriend who loved me a lot. I obviously loved him back too.

But of course, everything had to change. Mum passed away on my birthday. Since that time, Dad always thought of me as bad luck and did hesitate to let me go out with my friends. I was often grounded and not allowed to leave my bedroom.

This lasted for a few years, until Dad brought home a new girl. Her name was Jaqueline. She had her own son, Luke. Once I met him, I hated him. We didn't even have to look at each other before the arguments took over.

Dad and Jaqueline always stood on Luke's side, which made my life even more miserable. Soon enough, Adam broke up with me – he didn't have time for a girl who always got herself in loads of trouble.

'Can you guys just stop!?' I shouted.

Dad looked up. His eyes met Jaqueline's.

'What in the name of Jesus are you talking about?' Jaqueline spoke. 'What have we done?'

'First – you always believe Luke's little lies and games. Second – you got my boyfriend to break up with me – third, I'm losing friends. No matter that Mum took her life!' My voice cracked. 'For the fourth, Dad, you've known me for my entire life, and you know I wouldn't hurt a child. I love them. I love every single one of them. Luke isn't different in any angle!'

A silence fell over the kitchen. Jaqueline continued peeling the onions. Dad shrugged.

'I know you very well, Y/n, but I do also know that Luke isn't a liar,' he replied.

'Some words cut deeper than a knife, Daddykins,' I sneered. 'Perhaps, I should call you Stephan instead.'

Dad seemed taken back by this. I could care less.

'Oh. You don't have to kick me out because I'm heading to Granny's,' I quickly added. 'Least someone who'd love me. And she never actually accepted Jaqueline, it was only to make you happy. She's using you for the money we have.'

I went back to my bedroom. I took out an suitcase and started packing the most valuable things. My phone, clothes, my journal, my computer, sketches, my necklace Mum left me before she died.

'It's alright, I'll come pick you up, Y/n. I'm happy that you told the truth, finally,' I could hear in Granny's voice that she were smiling.

'Yeah... I suppose,' I smiled.