Prologue

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A/N Hello everyone, this is my first book! I do hope you enjoy it. It was edited by  epitome_of_happiness who did a marvelous job. Thank you and I big thank you to  MiimiMyStiks who made my cover, thank you so much!

Prologue:

 It’s an odd thing when people die. It’s common for you to cry at their loss, but I didn’t cry when my mother died. I knew exactly who killed her-she was stabbed in the heart, such a simple attack. All it took was one hit and my mother was dead. It wasn’t fair; one stab killed her when didn’t have any sign of hope.

I didn’t kill her, but I saw it happen and I know who did. I was completely silent, I didn’t scream or shout. I made no noises. I was scared stiff and didn’t yell for help. My bones were frozen with trepidation and I was sweating like a pig.

It was Angelica who killed my mother, slowly slicing her in the heart with a dagger. As she walked away, happy that her so-called mission was accomplished, I ran and sat by my dead mother. Blood was circling around her, a pool of blood.

I stared at her lifeless body but I didn’t cry. It’s not that I’m a callous person, it’s just that the relationship I had with my mother wasn’t the best. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. My mother and I weren’t best friends, merely acquaintances- someone I used to know.

Angelica better be happy. For so long she and my father were having an affair. My father’s late nights and the fact that whenever my mother was out, she’d be in my father’s bedroom with him. I always knew about the love affair, but I never let a word peak from my mouth. My lips were sealed. Maybe it was because I loved my father more than my mother. He was always so cheerful, loving, caring. My mother was simply present, like the thing that sat there but nobody used.

Angelica didn’t have the right to kill my mother; she had no right to break up my family...

I laid with my mother’s corpse on the floor, blood covering my dress, blood all over hers. I pretended that she was going to sleep as I closed her eyelids. The peaceful look on her face made me smile, like she was in her happy place. I lay on her as I wrapped my arms around her, closing my eyes.

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