Jasmine

⊱ PROLOGUE ⊰

Life is a struggle for me. But I always try to make the best of it and only look at the positives. I like to be happy and I want to live a happy life. Especially since my past wasn't so great. I'll start from the beginning...

I used to be part of a normal happy family. It was just me, my mom, my dad, my older brother Eric and my younger brother Tristen. Eric is Tristen and i's half brother from our father. However that's not the point. I'll get back to the real storyline. Anyways, so the point is that we were a happy family. My dad was a big businessman and my mom was a housewife who made the best Nutella and strawberry pancakes. We were a pretty rich family and lived in a big house, however my mother always taught us how to stay humble.

Everything was fine and perfect until one day, it all went to hell. I was only six at the time when it all started. Something had ticked in my father, and I don't know what it is or how it happened. All I know is that one second he was fine, and the other he goes completely insane. It's like someone had hit his switch. He started getting drunk 24/7 and would always be yelling and got angry for the littlest of reasons. It was like he got possessed by the devil himself. I don't know what made him this way, but the worst part was that he started taking his anger out at my mom. He would always be yelling at her and I saw him throw things at her a few times but I never saw him beat her. I still think he did it though because my mom would always try hiding her arms and legs from me. One time I saw a bruise on her wrist and I asked her where she got it from but she said that it was nothing. I knew that it was him who did it to her and I felt really bad for her at the moment. I didn't know what to say to her, or what to do. So I just went with the flow. If didn't want me to know about it, then I would pretend like I didn't know.

But later, I regretted not taking action at that time when I had the chance to. Because one day..., and I can never forget this day because it's events have been engraved into my memory. But one day, I was walking to the bathroom. I opened the door and I saw my mother sitting on the tile floor with her back against the bathtub, crying. But that's not the worst part. I'm her hands was a kitchen knife, and she had already made some slits on her wrist. The blood was oozing out and dropping down her arm. When I saw her like this, I just froze. Again I didn't know what to do or what was going on. I mean, I knew what she was doing but I couldn't process that's she was actually doing it. My mother? Of all people? She's the kindest, happiest, sweetest, most positive person in the world! I couldn't believe that she would even think to do something like this.

I was paralyzed. But my eyes began to tear up as these next words began to come out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry Jasmine..."

"I'm very, very, sorry..."

"Please take care of Tristen..."

"I'm so Sorry..."

And then she slit her other wrist with mighty force, and this time blood was gushing out of her body at a harsh pace. She went unconscious and her flopped lifeless. At the sight of that, I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs and fell to the ground shaking in fear. I still couldn't move. I wanted to help her, I wanted to let her live, but I was paralyzed. I couldn't help but feel that her death was my fault. I was so angry with myself, but also at times I got angry at her for leaving us. How could she kill herself knowing that she would be leaving behind a six year old daughter and a three year old son in the same house as a possessed drunkard? I don't like talking about this incident so let's get on with the story.

Our grandmother from my moms side took custody of Tristen and I, and Eric stayed with our dad. My grandmother practically raised Tristen and I and it wasn't until three years ago that we moved out of her house because I didn't want to be a burden on her. She is now happily traveling the world with her husband, trying to make the most of her life.

Tristen and I decided to leave the past on the past. We ignore the bad days and are living new and happy lives. Well, not a hundred percent happy because it's a struggle trying to pay off bills, however we are living normal lives. Well I was living a normal life until I met a certain someone who goes my the name of Aramis Prince.

However, I prefer to call him asshole... and sometimes prick. Because that's simply what he is really. An asshole prick, prick to the asshole, however you want to say it.

I would complain about him more, but I'll just let you see for yourselves...

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AN:
Hey guys!

Chapter 1 would be the better example of what the story is going to be like, so if you didn't really like the prologue, please read chapter 1 because it's great. ^-^

Always remember to: LOVE YOURSELF ❤️

Peace!✌️

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~ Jasmine ~