Beacon of Hope

Chapter 1

(Authors Note: Hey guys! So uhm this is my first ever fanfic so please forgive me for my horrible writing aha, well yeah, I hope you guys like it! Please give me feedback, I'll be taking everything you guys comment, into consideration ok well yeah, I love you guys and god bless. xx)

The sun was fading and darkness was kicking in. Everywhere you looked you would find nothing but dirt and a few patches of grass. Yet, there was one fairly young looking girl -maybe in her teens- in sight. She had brown, wavy hair that once under the suns' rays would get lighter than before. She had a pearly white smile, that could radiate a whole room. But behind that smile, were thousands of secrets she had let become unknown.

She stood up and wiped the barely noticeable grass stains from her dark blue jeans. She then made her way through the brown and green filled field, following the trail of boot prints that she had made whilst making her way to the all too familiar lake she had just been to.

As she headed back to the only place she could call her own, her safe haven, her mind flooded with memories of the time when she was genuinely happy and actually had the desire to live.

She makes a left, speeding her step trying to avoid the corner where they had first met. Just like that, the vivid memory of when she met him comes to mind

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"Shit, I'm going to be late to work again" she thought to herself as she hurried along the sidewalk, taking a longer stride with each step.

Once she reached the corner of the sidewalk, she took off her black suede heels and made a run for it, she really didn't care if the sidewalk was dirty or not, she just cared about making it to work on time as they had told her that if she came to work late again that she'd be put on probation or most likely, fired.

But her angst about being fired was confirmed when she ran into someone head first and suddenly felt something scorching hot, burn through her crimson colored shirt.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, you could've spilled that shit on me." A black haired, tattoo covered, witty guy snaps at her.

"Excuse me? You're the one who spilled your fucking boiling coffee or whatever the fuck that was, on me, it's probably going to leave a scar, and not to mention I'm going to have to go to the fucking hospital now when I'm supposed to go to work. Who the fuck do you think you are"

She snapped back, fury lingering off each word.

The girl turned around quickly to take in her surroundings, even if she knew this side of town like the back of her hand, the 'incident' that just happened appeared to have made her a bit distraught. The young girl scanned the area until she laid her eyes on a familiar place, Coco's Cafe; a place she knew all too well. That cafe was the place where her father would take her every day after school until she was 14 and a half, until he died. His death affected her in so many ways and the bond she shared with her father was so tremendous and rare, that even the best actors in the world couldn't portray any sort of similar bond on screen or on tv. It was a strange sort of bond in the way that you'd only expect to see it between a mother and daughter.

"Are you just going to stand there like a deer caught in headlights?"

The rude boy spoke, startling her, but this time he was a bit more.. Subtle?

"I'll stand here all fucking day if I want to alright, now move out of my fucking way, I need to get cleaned up so I can look the least bit presentable when I get fucking fired"

The girl snapped, not making eye contact but walking steadily but faster than she usually would, to the Cafe. Maybe it was because she had third degree burns ? Or because she wanted to get away from that weird, tattoo and metal covered asshole, either one would be right.

As she walks in to Coco's Cafe, the familiar smell of pancake batter and maple syrup fill her nostrils.

She then walks up to a waitress who seems to be in her late sixties, named Mirna to ask her where the bathroom is located.

"Oh sweetie, the ladies bathroom is ova' to ya right, wouldn't be too hard to find as there is a decent sized "restroom" sign." Mirna replies with a smile so genuine, the type of smile that is rare to find and that you'll maybe encounter someone that offers it three or four times in your entire life.

"Thank you" the young girl chirps as she tries her hardest to hide the pain from the coffee burn.

She rushes to the restroom and enters a stall, and takes off her crimson chiffon shirt stained with coffee all over the front.

"That fucking asshole" she whispered to herself about the tattooed jerk, as she began wiping off the coffee stains ferociously, re-playing the incident that's probably going to make her lose her job.

As she rubs the shirt to try and remove the coffee stains as best as she can, she looks in the mirror and sees her reflection. She cringes when she sees her abdomen is red like fire and burns like it, and most of it looks like it'll become one big blister later on.

"Today just keeps getting better and better" she mumbles to herself sarcastically, while applying cold water to her stomach to see if it'll prevent her from getting the huge blister to come.

Suddenly, she hears the bathroom door open then slam shut which makes her jump.

"Idiot" she says under her breath, hoping that the person wouldn't hear her.

A few seconds pass and she could hear the person roaming around the quite small bathroom, and then stops right outside her stall door.

She looks down to see the persons feet and notices they don't belong to a female.

Shit shit shit shit shit she curses herself mentally, when her thoughts are interrupted by someone's voice speaking.

"Are you sure you're in the right bathroom?" The voice says and she can practically sense the person on the other end smirking.

"This is the ladies bathroom, I think you're the one in the wrong bathroom wouldn't you think?" She replies.

"Well, keeping in mind that outside this bathroom door there's a huge sign reading 'Male', I think you're the one in the wrong place." The person responds more subtle than when he previously spoke.

"Alright, well I wasn't seeing straight, it was a mistake. I'm not doing anything bad. If it wasn't for that asshole who spilled his coffee on me, I wouldn't be here" the girl answers back, while buttoning her shirt.

"You better get out of here before someone else comes in" the man, still standing outside her stall door replied, and it wasn't until then that his husky voice seemed somewhat familiar.

Once she finished buttoning down her shirt, she opened the stall door carefully and slowly, inspecting every square inch of the bathroom to make sure no one else was there, that was when the man that was talking to her appears, his back facing her but even then she knew who it was.

Once he turned around, all the young, light brown haired, crimson colored coffee stained shirt wearing girl could say at that moment was

"Shit"

(I hope you guys like the prologue/ first chapter of the story aha, please comment, vote, and share)