Two Weeks

PROLOGUE

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Two weeks.

Two weeks.

Two weeks was all it took for me to fall head over heels in love with you.

Only two weeks.

Yet it only took a day for me to loathe you, despising the very ground you walked on or the air you breathed.

And yet again only two weeks was all it took for my heart to go-a-flutter when I saw you smile or head my way.

It took years for me to look at you without grimacing or wanting to pluck my eyes out.

But only two weeks, two weeks and my eyes were yearning to see your crooked smile that made my heart melt, your dark silver eyes that seemed to look right through me, and to see your chocolate brown hair fall messily, yet still devastatingly handsome, in your eyes, making you even more sexier than should be allowed.

And then.. You were gone from my life. I was happy to finally sleep with both eyes shut, as no thanks to you I could barely sleep without being in fear that you'd pop out and scare me or throw a dead snake on me.

Yet for some reason..

You never left my mind.

You were always there in the back of my mind, though I may not have realized it, you were there. But to tell you the truth, it wasn't the secret crush on you type of thing, it was the 'I wonder if God finally smited him for what he did to me' kind of thing.

Yes, I really didn't like you, more correct, I hated you. You and my older brother, Xavier, would think it was hilarious when you burnt my hair when we were younger in the candles my Mom would set out at the parties our families would throw together, you always teased me about how ugly and stupid I was, our Mothers always joked about us being 'the perfect couple' and how we'd one day get married; you threw that back in my face instantly saying you'd never marry a 'Fatty Katty' like me, and to make matters worse you loved torturing me about the fact that I had a stutter due to you always terrorizing me.

So you can see, I had reasons to hate you. Millions in fact, but I still can't help but think it only took two weeks for me to love you.

Just two weeks.

In that time my Dad could've added five more over-doses to the many he's had, and my Mom, well she usually has five to ten different 'clients' a day, if it's a good day, so I'd rather not think about how many she could've had in two weeks, but I'm sure you can do the math.

And my brother could've killed more people in his stupid little gang, but a year after you left, he tried to leave and was tortured, beaten, and stabbed eighteen times before being shot in the head. It was a week before we found him one morning on our doorsteps.

Despite him being your best friend, I loved him more than anything. In a way, the care-free spirit died with him that morning, buried with him at his grave..

When you left, my life spiraled down into this, but no one really, truly knew, or cared for that matter. All you'd hear on the streets was about how many people came and went in and out of our house or if there were weird sounds or suspicious activity. No one took the time to really investigate what was happening, or to call the police when I screamed for help one day, knowing the neighbors were home, as I could see them. But nobody wanted to get 'involved' with people like my family.

So like any normal girl, once I saved enough money, I ran. I ran to the only place I could go.

Away.

I discovered I had an aunt who lived an eight hour flight away from where I use to live, so I grabbed what little money I had and caught the first flight to my new 'home' if that's what I could call it. All I had on me was my iPod, a spare change of clothes, simple hygiene supplies, seven bucks, and a guarded heart.

Thankfully my aunt took me in, taking little convincing, thank goodness, as I looked exactly like my Mom, my aunt's sister, except I had my Dad's tall height, me being 5'7, and his deep almost black eyes.

So I finally thought life would turn around, but who was I kidding, trouble was my middle name. It followed me wherever I went, even if it was just to the next room or down the street.

And then I discovered you again.

My world seemed to stop when I realized who you were when I was drooling at you from across the street. I remember running back to my aunts in tears wanting someone to shoot me right then and there.

But then, you proved to me that you'd changed. You did that in two weeks.

And those two weeks were the best of my life.

I realized what it meant to truly love someone and to let them fill your heart again.

Just two weeks and I was hopelessly in love with you, and then it all changed.

I fell so quickly and you were too perfect, I knew I shouldn't have been fooled by you.

It took two weeks for me to fall in..

And out of love.

My heart taking huge leaps, then falling and shattering into a million pieces.

Guess I learned that nothing lasts.

Not even if it was those two weeks.

Those two incredibly amazing and life-changing weeks..

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So just a random idea I came up with that actually stuck in my crazy brain! Tell me what you think! Also I'll make it into a story so there'll be more than just this, or at least that's what I'm hoping and planning on!:) Thanks again for reading! Comment, vote and all that good stuff!

~Belle :)