The Sons Of Silence MC: Talon (Book #1)

Prologue

Hi! I'm starting another book! Please be kind, but all criticism is excluded except Grammar criticism.... So, yeah. (Awkward Silence...) Anywho, to the story! 

P. S. There's an external link for what Scarlett-Rose looks like!

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Scarlett-Rose's POV

I remember when I was able to go outside, and just reminisce about past friends in high school. About going to college. But that was in the past. The future is all everyone can think about, but not me. I'm stuck in a time warp of 2015 when I went to college, and made my very first friend. He was nice, polite; a gentleman. But little did I know that he had an obsession with things. One of those things being me. I didn't know he had liked me the way that he did, but I was oblivious. Anyone would when you were sheltered your whole life.

I didn't think that the first friend that I would make would end up having an obsession with me. It's scary... having to run, always looking over your shoulder, wondering when he'll find you next. It's terrifying. It's a never ending nightmare of packing up and leaving every 3-4 weeks. It's makes you wonder what life would have been like if you didn't have to keep doing this every other month, and just settle down. Maybe meet someone to love... but that possibly couldn't happen seeing as I have to keep a couple steps ahead of him.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard something scrape against my car window, making me jump, and making my anxiety level skyrocket. I don't know it scared me so much, it's not like I have anything of value in my car except maybe a pillow, a blanket, and duffel bag that has the basic essentials for women. I look out the window, and see a man with dark slightly curly hair, and a barely there five o'clock shadow on his chiseled jawline in a deputy uniform. His shoulders fill out his button up tan shirt, but not overly excessive where it looks like it could rip off of him. I roll down my window, and look at him expectantly with a hint of confusion. 

"Hello deputy... Swanson, what seems to be the problem?" I ask him politely. He looks at me behind his aviators, and slides them down his nose a little. His piercing blue look at me with an exasperated look that said "really?"

"Scar, why are you sleeping in your car again?" He asks with an almost painful look on his face. I duck my head down, and cover my heated face with my long dark red hair. I just shrug my shoulders, and look at my entangled fingers in my lap. I hear Swanson sigh, and open up my car door. I look up him, only to look down as he crouches from his 6 ft. 2 in. height to match mine briefly. He grabs my entangled hands, and holds them in both of his. He ducks his head to try to look me in the eye, but I turn my head away slightly. He sighs again, and gently grabs my chin, turning my head towards him. 

"Scarlett, please look at me," Swanson pleads. I look at him through my lashes, and then drop my gaze back to our hands. I see his them rub my icy hands to try to get them to warm up, and do so slightly. Swanson brings a hand up to brush my hair away from my face, but I flinch away before he can reach my face. He sighs, and drops his hand back down to where it was.

"Scarlett-Rose, did you have another nightmare?" He asks me sternly yet cautiously. I flinch at his tone of voice, knowing that he was being serious about the whole ordeal. I nod slowly, and avoid as much eye contact as possible. Swanson drops his head down to his chest, and curses quietly under his breath. I squeeze my eyes shut, and feel the familiar sting of tears behind my eyelids. Swanson unbuckles my seat belt, and turns me towards him so that he can bring me into his arms. I bring my arms up around his shoulders, and link my hands behind his neck while I lay my head on his shoulder. He puts his hand behind my head, and slowly starts petting my hair.