Us *Editing*

Prologue (Pic of Arelie)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> PIC: Arelie O'Neil

 

Prologue - Before Us

Arelie gazed out through her window, wincing as she heard the crash of glass downstairs. Oh God, she thought, please let this not be another fight.

Arelie had been getting so tired and weary with all of the fights and arguments that went on between her parents, they never seemed to stop anymore, sometimes they’d start hitting each other and Arelie would get scared, she’d get worried that maybe the neighbors would hear. She’d usually stay upstairs in her bed, hoping they would just get exhausted from yelling and screaming and would just stop. But they didn’t.

“I’m tired of trying to reason with you! I’m tired of you and your shit!” Ben yelled.

“I don’t give a damn anymore, Ben, I give up. We shouldn’t have even started this relationship.”

“Relationship?” Ben spat. “This was more than I hoped, but you . . . you just made my life hell these past seventeen years. What about our daughter? Did you forget about her?”

“How can I? She’s always up in my face! God, I hate all of you.” Jen screamed.

“Keep your voice down! Are you stupid? The neighbors probably called the cops already.” Ben hissed.

“Get out.” Jen said; her voice flat.

“What?!” Ben laughed nervously.

“Get out. Now. I don’t want to see you near my house again.” Jen slammed her beer bottle on the counter.

“You’re drunk; you don’t know what you’re saying. When you get sober we’ll figure this out-”

“I don’t want to figure this out, I don’t want to solve unending problems with you, I’m done Ben, get out or I’ll call the cops.” Jen’s voice croaked; dry from lack of water.

“You can’t do that.” Ben declared.

“You don’t do a damn in this house. I work, I pay the bills, I get food on the table, if I needed your help I would’ve asked.” Jen threw another bottle, it shattered against the wall.

“I work! I help you pay those bills!” Ben protested.

“Really? From where? Your girl toy?” Jen’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t think I know about Laura? You ass, did you really think I was that stupid? Sure, I might be drunk. Yeah, I’m not around, but that doesn’t mean I’m dead!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Stop giving me lies, Ben. If you want a perfect life so badly marry Laura. Hell, I’ll give you the divorce papers tomorrow!”

“Just stop!” Ben shouted. Arelie could hear padded foot-steps on the floor, and dialing. Then a choking sound, shortness of breath, glass breaking once more, and then silence.

Arelie sat up, threw her door open and bounded down stairs, her mind was in a panic, and her whole body ached with fear. When she got downstairs there was no one there. Arelie quickly went through the whole house, scouring for any trace or sign of her parents but there were none. Suddenly, the house just seemed too quiet. She ran to the phone in the kitchen and dialed 911. After frustrating moments of stuttering and stammering and trying to explain the situation, the police were finally able to come to the house and investigate.

Arelie was shaking, where had her parents gone? What had occurred downstairs? There seemed to be too many questions and no answers at all! Elie just wanted to leave, disappear. She hated her life at home.

Why? Why me? She asked to no one. The police officers were attempting to talk to her, to understand what was happening in the house, but Arelie didn’t hear any of it. Only air, everything that happened just now was shocking and terrifying that Arelie had to remind herself that it was reality, whether she liked it or not. Right now, reality didn’t feel good, neither did she feel well herself.

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Hey guys, I’m in the process of editing with the help of an awesome friend (Give round of a applause) CheshireSmirk ~ She also made the cover for Us, so another round of applause! I hope you enjoyed it.

Anna;)