Cupid's Luminance (Cupid's Love series Book 1)

0.5 Prologue

TW - Mention of Rape and Abuse

Curse words present.

Lyra's POV

Dear daddy,

Today marks another red slash on my calendar. Eight years later. Eight slashes gone. The sound of a pen, the breathing of a child, the crumple of the paper, and the screams of a nightmare, another slash and I'm controlled.

I remember the days when I was using my hands, nails painted the color of my eyes, a deep blue, to count the days, the hours, the years I've been alive. Smiling, surprised at how big I was. I know now that was bullshit, but I still had the image of being an adult, big and strong, like Mama. I didn't want to be a child.

My golden hair would frame my face, one beaming and crazed with laughter. Crazed with luminance and an unscathed gaze. If you want to know, so desperately please listen closely as I weep too loud, too much, too hard. But listen, please, as I was only eleven. I was a child, no matter how much I wanted to be taller, more capable, smarter, an adult.

I was eleven, writhing in a bed in pain I once had been singing my mama's old day lullabies. The bed with the pretty pink sheep, the ones I smiled at before I went to sleep. The bed I lied on as my dreams braided my hair, sang me songs, and hushed me into wonderland. The bed of an eleven-year-old.

That day, I've never wanted to go back to being a child more. That day, I realized I didn't want to be an adult anymore.

Only minutes later after my torture of an escape, my gentle hands, nails of deep blue chipped, were clutching the pink skirt that swayed over my small thighs, milky and white underneath the blood as I walked the pavement, lacking the sunlight I'd always adored.

That skirt was my only companion, that skirt was only keeping me from breaking and falling into pieces. Silk. The fabric my mother loves. As I clutched, I thought of my mother, I thought of her as the silk itself and I whispered through my tears, "Come back mother," and I whispered for the magic in the novels on my bookshelf to appear and let my mama out, let my mom fly out of the silk, and blow away the pain. Whispers or not, they could not be heard over the wind that danced around as I let my legs work as best as they could over the sidewalk, a gloomy day falling on my head, weighing me down.

Still, I whispered, I whispered more than 3 wishes, breaking the promise of the genie and I sobbed in agony, for the genie or more, I didn't know. I was a child, confused, I was too gone. Where? I didn't know. I was scared, alone, and shut down. I counted as a foot was picked up and put down, over and over again. I was lost, trying to find my way.

If you want to know, I never did.

Do you remember? As my own dear blood held me by the face and shook me away though I was not away, I was too close, inch by inch, skin by skin, force by weakness. Sorry Daddy, for being so loud, my weeping increasing but do listen again, as I am about to tell you a 'lie'.

A 'lie' for sure.

Shhh, don't tell anyone, don't tell anyone... I trust you Daddy... but don't tell anyone that I was raped. I was raped to the fullest, I was raped again and again and again- wasn't I?

Dear daughter, do you know how much I love you? Don't worry, I will show you.

Dear daughter, you're beautiful, glowing bright, luminance in your eyes. Luminance, oh how bright, I need it. I'll take it. It'll be mine.

Dear daughter, you've done it for me, you've done enough. You've done so much. I can't thank you enough oh dear daughter.

Dear daughter, I will rape you till you don't feel your own skin. Did I forget to mention it?