Ok... so this is my first story I'm posting... and I'm hopeing to get the whole book done... eventually :P
anyways... so... let me know what you guys think if you read it... so... here goes nothing! lol...
sry for any gramatical and spelling mistakes... stupid computor doesn't let me use spell check... but anyways... without furthur ado... the prolouge
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"Daddy?" The young childish voice echoed coldly against the walls of
the house. Again she called out "Daddy... where are you?" this time
her voice was shaking with trepidation. As Jaci's bright green eyes
scanned the house, the items that once personalized the now cold and
empty house only served to further emphasize the sorrow held within
it's walls. "Daddy?" she starred at the top of the stairs to the
figure slumped against the banister.
His dark clothing hung loosly around his frame, the buttons of his
shirt were undone, revealing a beer belly between it's folds. Slowly,
he brought the dark coloured bottle to his lips. It seemed to dangle
most precariously from his drunken finger tips as he nursed it slowly.
"Hey honey..." He slurred his words together and turned his bleary,
blood shot eyes towards his daughter. He opened his mouth as if to
speak to her for a few moments before seeming to think better of it
and simply shook his head instead and, looking away, proceeded to
mumble something to him self under his breath.
"Daddy... when's Mommy getting back?"
Troy's eyes wandered back to his daughter, taking in her bright red
over sized shirt and grass stained blue denim overalls, then wandering
to her clear emerald eyes and unruly mop of chocolate coloured hair. A
pang of guilt and pain hit him as he took in her features... she
looked so much like her mother... at that thought he turned away from
her angrily. When he spoke to her, his voice was harsh, and eirily
clear. "Mommy's not comeing back. She's gone."
He pulled himself clumsily to his feet, desperate to get away from
those beautiful eyes he had filled with silent tears. He had to get
out of here. His angel didn't deserve to see what might happen if he
were to stay. The people of this town were nice. Someone was bound to
take her in. He couldn't bear to take her with him... every moment of
everyday she'd only remind him of his inability to protect those he
loved, and the fact that he'd never see his beloved Lorna again. Every
time he thought of her, his mind would wander first to her charming
smile as she held their daughters, then to her mangled and torn body
as she lay dead under that tree... He was a strong man, but not that
strong. He knew if he were to keep her with him he'd break sooner
rather than later. The memories proved too much for him even in that
moment, and he stiffled a sob as he tossed Jaci's clothes into a
suitcase, then followed suit with his own, and lastly Kess's. He
tossed them into the back of his SUV and fixed his daughters into
their carseats. Kess slept soundly, unaware of what was happening, but
Jaci angrily demanded answers, tears running down her young cheeks.
She looked so much like Lorna in that moment, he could have sworn the
child was her clone. It wasn't just their shared features that shot
the pangs of loneliness, sorrow, and guilt through his heart, it was
also their identical firey spirit. He hoped that one day he would be
able to meet her again, and that she wouldn't blame her for what he
was about to do. It was the right thing, he told himself again and
again, trying desperatly to convince himself that it was indeed. This
wasn't his fault. He couldn't do this.
He pulled himself out of his reverie as he pulled into town, the sun
sinking slowly below the horizon as his car rolled to a stop infront
of a familiar stone building. He pulled out Jaci's bag out of the back
of the SUV, and placed them on the sidewalk, before unbuckling his
daughter who was now giving him the silent treatment. She pulled
herself out on her own, shying away from his hand when he offered it.
He gave her a quick gentle hug, slipping a note in the kangaroo pouch
of her jumper. "I love you baby. Never forget that. I need you to stay
with uncle Joe for a little while, alright?" He sighed as she
continued to ignore him. "Please?" She glared at him for a second
before lugging her bag up the long walk way.
Tears threatened at the edges of his eyes as he slipped into the
driver's seat before taking off. He glanced in the rear view mirror
just before turning a corner, and saw Joe's wife embrace his daughter.
"You're doing the right thing. You're doing the right thing." he
chanted to himself as the town slowly shrank to a small cluster of
glittering yellow lights in his rear view mirror. "Arn't you?"
YOU ARE READING
'Wraak'
Teen FictionJas' one life goal is revenge. Ever since her father brutally murdered her mother while she and her sister were still very young, it's the only thing keeping her going. With the help of her fox Guardian, Wraak, She joins the FBI and is soon the high...