The Lovers Troubles

Prologue

The rain poured down on the attendees of the funeral of Clinton Pugh, a valued member of the community. The Pugh family were well known and well-respected by their community.

His wife and children stood by the grave dressed in black, tears falling on their face mixing with the rain as the coffin lowers into the ground. 

None of it had seemed real until this moment, the coffin disappearing into the ground with their father and husband inside. 

It was only last week when he told them the news, they wished they could smile like that again. How they longed to feel that ecstatic again, to feel anything at all would be nice. The only feeling at all was numbness, an emptiness that could never be filled. 

The coffin was blessed as the priest begun to say some prayers before they listened to their mother speak through her choked sobs. 

As the funeral ended, everyone begun heading to their cars. They were having a celebration in a nearby restaurant, one Clinton always took his family too. 

Florence stood by her father's grave the rain falling on her while her mother, five sisters and one brother went into their separate vehicles, Emma and her husband Tom waiting for her. 

The familiar roar of an engine reached her ears as she sighed, why did he have to be here? Why today of all days?

She turned around to confirm her suspicions and she was correct, the familiar gold Pontiac Firebird 400 as clear as the last time she saw it. That night was forever embedded into her mind, haunting her for eternity. 

The man climbed out of his car closing the door and begun his walk towards her. He held his umbrella above her head looking at her.

"Why are you here?"

"To see you."

She turned to look at him with a sigh as she cupped his cheek with her soft hand. He yearned for her touch since that night.

"You should not be here."

"It is worth the risk for you."

She turned away from him wiping her tears before she shook her head. He moved closer placing his hand on her arm.

"I never meant for any of this to happen, you have to believe me."

She turned to him slapping him across the face. How could he speak to her like that? She would not tolerate it.

"You show up here flaunting around like all of you do, pretending none of this falls on your kind! Your kind, who are not welcome here."

She begun walking away from him but he only chased her walking backwards in front of her.

"My kind? I thought we moved passed that?"

He grabbed her arms roughly as she tried to break free from his grasp but he was stronger and taller.

"Did that night mean nothing to you?"

"Do not use that night against me! If it wasn't for you none of this would have happened!"

She shoved him back catching him off guard as he stumbled into a nearby tree while she continued her march back to the car.

"I only ever loved you Florence."

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at him. The rain was falling heavier than before as he walked closer to her.

"We could still do it you know? Our plan. There is still time."

He stood in front of her both of them looking into each others eyes, tears forming for them both. 

"You've done too much for me to forgive. All of this, is because of you and your stupid plans! I wish that night never happened! I wish I never listened to your stupid plans and went along with them! If this chaos and destruction we see around us is your idea of love then Y/N, I must beg of you, please do not love me."

She turned around and walked away to her sister's car, watching him as they drive away. She had no idea what was waiting around the corner and no idea why he came to where his kind were not wanted to bring up that night.

The fire roared as the screams of the people trapped filled the air while others begged for help to save their loved ones. 

Chaos. Destruction. Death. 

They called it, 'The Lovers Troubles'.