Crashing Down Into Flames

Intro

Warning:

This story has several trigger warnings that can offend or irritate some people. This story is a work of fiction, and none of the characters or scenes are real. This story is the work of a cringy woman whose obsession needed to spill.

In the story, the following triggers are present: Physical, emotional, and psychological abuse, the mention of SA, the mention of suicide and death, foul language, adult napping,  the use and mention of drugs, strange kinks, cringy kinks, knife-play, gun-play, sex scenes, forced proximity, stalking, graphic violence, non/dub con, and more that might trigger someone. Your mental health matters. <3

You have been warned.

In this story, the main character (Evangeline) uses music as movement and emotion. It also is a main part of my writing process, so almost every Chapter has a song set for it for either the theme of the Chapter or what song I think she has stuck in her head.

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"There's no turning back now. I understand if you're too scared to continue. No one's forcing you to do this. But please, don't act like you can't see the smell of your fear from a mile away. " -Cole Winters.

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Intro

Chapter Song: Hot Girl Bummer- Blackbear

Saturday- Morning

-Evangeline-
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"I've been broken down to pieces, stomped on, and used. I've cried myself sleep to sleep every night thinking of that horrible, indescribable day. I met two men and chose the worst one. One of my close neighbors died the night I slept with him. He was outraged and wanted nothing to do with me when he found out I was pregnant with his child. So, for the better of my child, I quit my job of stripping to get away from him and moved with my sister in Canada," I take a deep breath.

"He was there. He was there at my job, and he was my boss. He's always there. Infuriated and pregnant with his child, I was outraged. Old passions burn hard when you're in love, so I decided to forgive him, and we got into a relationship. While working on my sister's custody case, everything started to spill, but I ignored it because I was in love. He proposed to me, and I accepted while ignoring all the red flags. While meeting his parents, he admitted it was all a scam.

Breaking up with him hurt, but losing my child afterward felt more than devastating. It crumbled me to pieces, taking my ripped-out heart, and making it look like nothing. I love my child deeper than a heart could burn, but I know he'll always be with me. Now that Mr. W is gone, I've started my life over. My way."

"I see. How are you feeling today, Evangeline?"

I stare out into the white popcorn ceiling. The void in my stomach is never being fulfilled even though I've told this story countless times, "I've been good. Waking up and staring at the world has never been easier than ever before. After all I've been through, with Mr. W and my child's loss, I've never been better. I'm happy," The words leave a bitter taste on my tongue.

"Mhm, I hear you, but tell me something, Evangeline. It's been over three years since you've visited me. Why all of a sudden did you want to visit me now?"

I sit up from the red, cheap couch and stare at the therapist. His eyes intake my moment as I change my position, "Because I'm not weak anymore. I'm proud of how strong my life has been going. He made me feel vulnerable, weak, and... like I was just only a woman, but I'm more than just a woman. Sure I have my moments where I feel depressed, but most of the time, I'm confident and my sarcastic self. I'm back to being my original Evangeline London Stone."

"That was great progress, Evangeline. I'm so glad you're finally stable enough to reflect on what you've done. I'll see you next week, okay?"

I fake smile, "Sounds perfect," I stand up from the chair and shake hands with my therapist.

I turn towards the brown door, feeling his eyes watch my every step as I walk out of the brown door, shutting it behind me. A huge pressure lifts off my shoulders as I take a deep breath from being in that office for the last time.

"Are you done?"

I stare straight at August in my peripheral view to the left of me, "Yes. I'm done. You can do it now," August nods and I move out of the doorway to let him enter the room.

A golden-trimmed painting of a sunflower field overlooking a sunset sits in front of me on the depressing light gray wall. Oddly, it's the only painting on the wall, and for a therapist's office, you'd think it'd be less... depressing.

A depressed gunshot sounds from the room behind me, making me jump and lose my focus on the painting.

I'm sorry Dr. Hospice, but things happen when you learn, and hear too much information.

But there's something that I lied about to the Dr. I'm not okay. I'm not happy. And I'm not over the loss of my child because that's not something I want to overcome. I want it to fester and boil in my skin like an undesirable flame that can never be put out. I want to feel the pain to remind me every day of what my plan is.

I don't let the pain go, but instead, I devour it. Letting it soak into every pore in my skin until it oozes out in my revenge plan. But, if August taught me one thing when he snapped the essence of reality back into my head, it's that revenge always comes with a price. A price that will take sacrifice and life to make. And I will pay whatever it takes.

Revenge is going to be a bitch named Dave Whicherton.

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-End Of Intro-

Thank you so much for reading my Intro Of CRASHING DOWN INTO FLAMES!

If you love to read more of this book, I will be posting a Chapter every week on Thursdays, and maybe Fridays.

Although this is a Story 2 Of The Crashing Series, it isn't required to read the first one.

Have an interesting game... <3