beLIEve

Prologue

The sun fell behind the horizon making war for the moonless sky. The clouds covered the stars that dared make themselves visible in the night. A car parked in front of a house and inside was Violet Baker. She wanted one thing, to erase her past, starting here. The night had risen and was still, and Violet Baker sat in her car waiting for the moment that would take her past back.

Violet tapped her long legs causing her red heels to hit the petal making the tapping noise. She looked up into the review mirror and saw her violet eyes that were lined with black eyeliner and shadowed with lavender and a soft black, mixed in the center causing a fading effect. Her long lashes rested on her high cheek bones each time she blinked. She slid her blonde curly hair behind her ear which covered her natural wavy brown hair. She saw a car pull into the drive way of the house she had chosen and smiled, her bright white teeth shining through her glossy red lips.

The lights on the small car cut off and the engine died. Violet lifted her black and red dress revealing a frilly garter. She lifted a heavy gun to her face and gleamed with wickedness then slid it into the garter. The cold metal sizzled against her blistering hot skin. She pulled her dress back over it and opened her door; setting one foot outside the heel tapped the street and stabled her weight as she proceeded to duck out of the car.

"Time to play the game," she said to herself closing the door and stepping toward the house.

With each step she took her heart beat matched, steady and devilish. Her hair and breast flounced with the growing steps and speed. She opened the door and saw a man sitting in the front chair.

He turned towards her and said, "Violet? What are you doing here?"

"That's a way to welcome your daughter home, daddy."

"What did you do to your hair and what's the reason for this visit?"

"It's a wig and I came to expel some of my past."

"Why are you wearing a wig?"

"That's the part of my statement that you're questioning?"

Her father was hunched over from arthritis and old age; his face was shocked and his hair seemed to turn whiter.

Violet drew the gun and pointed it at her father who was terrified to a stone like state. "My past will die with you, old man." She pulled the trigger and the gun echoes through the partially empty house, the bullet entered his skull and he dropped to the floor. The blood back splattered hit Violet's face, hair, and chest; against her pale skin it radiated the color of the crimson blood. She walked into the bathroom and whipped the blood from her face and chest. She walked out of the house like nothing had happened and duct back into her car pulling her wig off dropping it out of the window and tossing a lit match on top of it.

"Have fun chasing me you bastards." Her smile gleamed devilishly through her lips and she slammed her foot against the petal.