"She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet."
-Unknown
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"Well, aren't you a pretty thing," She flinched as he ran his hand across her cheek.
"Please, don't hurt me," The man smiled mischievously, completely ignoring her.
"You look just like your mother," His smile then turned into a disgusting sneer, before slapping her across the cheek he was once caressing, "and that's why I hate you," that was the last thing she heard before being knocked out. However, not the case for last thing seen, which was a wasted man shoving her down the stairs with his burly, calloused hands, she shrieked as she watched her feet fumble down each step.
Unbeknown to her, that wouldn't be the last time he would lay his infamous burly, calloused hands on her.
EXCERT:
"What's that?" I asked, staring at the long scar right below her elbow.
Her eyes filled with worry, "Nothing," she blurted out, before pulling her arm away from my hands and worrying eyes at an alarming rate.
It all made sense now.
"Tell me," I said, after putting the puzzle pieces together.
"Why?!" She demanded, seeming to debate with herself on what to say.
My eyes flickered to a darker shade before I mumbled, "Be..because..we're more similar than you think."
Here's the prologue, bros. I wrote this again, because the first time I wrote it-I didn't like it very much. Leave a comment and tell me what you think.
-S
