Sins of the Brother (On Hold)

Prologue (New)

Hi everyone! Welcome to my first book. Strong Parental Control is advise for this prologue and certain chapters as well. if you are under the age of consent, skip this introduction and go to the first chapter. I must warn you that the prologue and chapter 1 is a little slow since it have alot of general information which is need to build the base of this story. But please stick with it. I have alot of scenes you're going to enjoy. 

I hope this books live up to your expectations and I will welcome your comments and feedback as this book progresses. Do enjoy !!!

The right of Yashmin Kangal to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her under the Copyright Act Amended 2000.

This work is copyright 2013. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1997, no part maybe reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

“Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, fear is how I fall, confusing what is reeeaaal”, Me and my best friend, Abby Rider sang together. This was our favorite song by Linkin Park and we were both high from a party which we just left at our other friend Remy Marco’s house. 

We were both staggering down the road with our arms around each other singing to the top of our lungs with a bottle of Tequila in Abby’s hand. People slowed down and gave us strange looks but we didn’t care. We were having the time of our lives. It’s not every day a girl turns sixteen and you have to make the best of it.

Yup you guessed it, today,24th May is my birthday. It started off with my mom bursting into my room sobbing that her baby was growing up. My dad rolled his eyes and tried to console her. That is a tradition in my family, mom sobbing for my birthday. If it was up to her she would keep me in baby clothes, a bib and booties.

Afterwards, I got ready for school. I’d decided on mini black skirt, pink tees with a short black leather jacket, and ankle boots. I’d put on a little make up, mainly eyeliner and cherry lip gloss and left my straight, black hair loose down to my waist. When I was done, my blue eyes looked me over in the mirror and I had to admit I looked good.

I then went down to the kitchen to grab an apple and go meet Abby for a ride to school. Dad was standing by the door and he tossed me a set of keys. I was struck mute as I stared down at the keys to a car with a Ferrari key chain. Yup you guessed it again. Dad brought me a car. I shrieked like the girl I am and hugged him so tight I swear I broke a rib. I don’t have my driver’s permit yet but my test is next month. Dad told me that car was still at the dealership but he thought it was the perfect time to give me my gift. After that I finally left home and reached Abby’s place. Luckily she lives four houses down the street. Everytime I come over to her place I get déjà vu ‘cause her house is almost exactly like mine. Even the furniture were similar. It was scary. 

Abby met me by the door in a faded blue jeans and baby doll tees. Her Blond hair looked like as if it was in a fight with a hair brush and the hair won. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief when she saw me.  She quickly gave me a hug that almost competed with the hug I gave my dad. I was gasping for air. She then handed me gift bag and in it was a silver chain with a double heart pendent. There was an inscription at the back which said BFF Abby and Payton. It was just as great a gift as the car.  We left shortly after and went to school in her baby blue Porsha convertible. The lucky bastard got her license three months ago, which saves us from taking the bus to school.