Dawn in Vancouver

Chapter 44: "Truths" (Pt.1)

PIERRE'S POV

"Our love was forbidden. It was a love that neither society nor our families would approve of. It was a love that went against everything known and against all the social norms of our time. She was a woman with a bright future and I was a simple veterinarian with no resources who worked on her ranch and was her employee. We were not meant to be together, we both knew it, but we had fallen in love.

Rachel ran to me every morning and we had our daily walks between kisses and caresses. I was head over heels in love with her, and Rachel reciprocated my feelings as well. We were two fools in love hiding our love among those huge meadows of Sinclair Ranch. It was a secret love. A deep and passionate love. She was the woman of my life. She was simply my definition of LOVE.

Rachel was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her easy smile, her joy in the face of life. She was a woman who made me a better man and a better human being by being around me. The tenderness with which she helped those who had the least. The gentleness in seeing a child in need as she bathed them in the orphanage she visited every weekend. My admiration and love grew more and more for her every day. I didn't care about time or fate. I would take advantage of what fate offered me by being in her arms. I would live each day as if it were my last, loving her with everything in my body. I would love her in the most intense way we both had ever known and when the time came to say goodbye I would be strong. A veterinarian and a princess. Two lovers with a secret. And our secret was love."

"Dawn in Vancouver" written by Camila Cabello

2/3 OF THE WEEKEND MARATHON

FLASHBACK

SIXTEEN YEARS AGO.

JASON'S POV

My hands were shaking the moment I opened the door to my house. I knew my mom wouldn't be there and my dad would be drunk as usual. Would he give me permission to go play with Ryan and stay at his house? Ryan's house wasn't as nice as mine but his parents were good to him and loved him. They didn't beat him, not like they did me. Ryan had everything and I had nothing even though I was poor.

"Until you come along, you good-for-nothing brat," was the greeting I received from my father as I set my backpack on the living room couch.

"Good afternoon sir," I said standing firmly in front of him as he liked me to do. He saw me from the couch where he was sitting with cans of beer around him. I knew he was completely drunk. Despite being only ten years old I had learned to differentiate my father's behavior in many ways.

When my mother was still with us before she left us my father drank a lot when he was on leave. Since he was in the military he would take to insulting her and beating her. And now that my mother had left our home he drank a lot more.

"You know you have the same face as your whore of a mother," said my father, his voice cracking, and I felt a tremor inside as I stood in front of him. That was not a good start. "Those blue eyes of hers are so full of lies and bullshit. The bad thing about trusting women is that when you least expect it, they stab you in the back. You should treat them like the trash they are...whores, all of them," said my father, standing up and staggering as he approached me.

My eyes widened in panic as I saw him remove the belt from his pants and I felt a cold sweat fill my body. He was going to hit me again. I felt the first blow land right on my arm. The burning was terrible but I bit my lips to keep from screaming. He said the screams were weakness.

"My only son like that slut," he said, giving me another blow. "My only son like a whore. Kneel before me you piece of shit" -I did as he asked as I felt the blows on my back.