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Prolouge

"One" i mutter to myself while pacing the dining room hardwoods. I breathe out a long, much needed breath of relief and plaster a very fake smile onto my face and make my way into our busy living room.

My parents are sitting together on the navy blue love-seat adjacent from the pearly white wall. My fathers hand was placed on the inner part of my mothers thigh, as prude as the two of them are, they have no problem showing affection in public.

It's the third Tuesday of the month, which is their night to host the church book club. Now don't get your panties is a tussle, it's not as fun as it sounds. It is truly the most uneventful, boring night of the whole month. I'd rather listen to one of Father Mike's sermons on repeat, which is saying a lot considering I fall a sleep nearly every Sunday.

I'm greeted with a couple of disagreeable glares by Mr. and Mrs. Simon, how lovely. I internally sigh and nod my head towards the two judgemental assholes who have seated themselves onto MY sofa.

"What an interesting choice of outfit you have on miss Lacey" Mrs. Simon snarks, eying me up and down disapprovingly, earning a few snickers from a few of the other stuck up book club members. She smiles proudly.

I smirk, knowing how offended they are that I chose to wear what I wanted, and not the fancy get up they all show up in. I was in a rose gold and black striped crop top with a black denim jumper over it. And I also have no shoes on, which is strictly forbidden in this lovely group of people, notice my sarcasm. I have a black choker around my neck and a few rings just to add to the already disapproved outfit.

"Lacey would you make yourself useful and grab the platter of assorted cheeses from the refrigerator, and plenty of napkins. Also the bottle of Chardonnay from the wine chiller, and I'd like it to be done rather quickly. You've already caused enough drama with that awful outfit of yours." My mother spits. I nod and make my way into the kitchen.

"Two" , I say barely above a whisper. The color red speedily making its way onto my cheeks, kind of like how the colors pink and orange make their way onto a perfectly blue sky after a long day. She doesn't understand that I'm different from this group, I don't enjoy assorted cheeses, I don't like wearing white T-length dresses everyday, and I truly hate shoes, despise the things.

She has always forced me into the things she likes, and and the things she thinks would look good to the fellow church members. Never once has she asked me what I like, it is so unbelievably frustrating when everyone wants you to be someone your not.

Just as I grab the cheese platter and napkins Mr. Simon appears in the entrance way of the kitchen. I internally groan and mentally prepare myself for his criticism. "Three" i whisper. "Let me take those from you, they're far too heavy for a woman like your self to be carrying." He says almost suductively, causing a pit to form at the bottom of my stomach. He shuts the door behind him and smirks.

He comes from behind and gently moves the hair from one side of my neck to the other. He then takes the platter out of my hand and places it on the marble countertop. My heartbeat increases and my hands start shaking. For a minuet neither of us move, I had hoped he was gone but I abruptly felt a pair of lips come in contact with my neck which sent me jumping, nearly breaking our lovely mahogany table.

He made his way toward me slowly, as I was now half way on the kitchen table. He moves closer to me until he is only and inch away. Im frozen. He pulls my hips into him but I push him off. He was obviously not happy with that, he once again pulls my hips into him, this time making it impossible to push his grimy, discussing hands away from my body. I cry a loud, tears staining my cheek. "Stop crying bitch" he yells as he slaps my cheek. I whimper out in pain, I was in a full on sob now, as his hands make their way down to my panties.