𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄
Thea Quarts was never loved correctly. Not by her family, nor her lovers. She'd always wore a mask to cover up her families brutal truth, causing her to be unknown to who she truly was as a person. But when she meets a quirky p...
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CHAPTER THREE A FEISTY TROUBLEMAKER
In the year: 1939
THEA was never perfect. She had her flaws as everyone human did, although it might have seemed impossible to society's eyes. Her mother made sure Thea was perfect, she continuously being someone she wasn't.
Thea hated doing it, even if she was surprisingly good at it.
But Thea knew just a little about herself although her mother had her wearing a mask personality since the day she took her first steps.
Thea loved kids. Crazy right? The eldest loving children, but she did.
She loved their baby smell, their tiny hands, chubby legs, everything about them was perfect...innocent.
Before everything went downhill, she was studying everything about children, reading every book she could to learn more so that one day she could be a pediatrician.
One fun fact she learned about newborns, one that intrigues her, was their knowledge of pain.
Since newborn babies are new to the world, that first tiny sensation that is remotely uncomfortable, is considered the worst pain they've ever felt.
Thea felt like a newborn. She was in pain. This is the worst pain she'd ever felt.
Why is she in pain? Why does she feel acid in her skin?
Her eyes snap open and she's immediately greeted by a woman. Thea could feel her warm and caring demeanor and she almost felt safe but the pain was unbearable.
"Who—where am I—what's happening?" Thea moves so quickly on her feet that it doesn't seem human. The dark-haired woman smiled gently and rubbed her shoulder.
"It's alright, sweetheart." The lady's chuckle was so soft and elegant, she seemed like a real-life princess.
Thea's body was shaking, her skin was pale and her bones burned as if they were being seared through. She takes in her surroundings—a brown wooden cabinet, patterned flower walls, and a small bookshelf in the corner of the room.
Thea tries running to the door but her knees buckle and she falls on the warm carpets. The lady gasps, "Take your time— you're in transition."
Thea shakes her head, "Please don't hurt me—I'm a Quarts, just say the number, and the money is yours." She backs away into the corner of the walls, staring up at her.
