Destined Darkness

Chapter One

*19 Years Later*

The years have flown by since I found Keegan in the maternity ward and placed my mark on her arm. She has grown to be a beautiful young woman. Her dirty blonde hair flows freely down her back in an old Hollywood style wave. Her hair is never above or below her waist because I never allow it grow any longer than that, and if she is told to have it cut, the beautician would always fall ill on the day of her appointment. With every passing day I yearn to run my fingers through Keegan's hair and to hear her sigh contentedly as I comb through the long strands from root to tip.

In all honesty, Keegan has the body of a goddess: petite and curvy; exactly the way I want her to be. Her breasts filled nicely and they will fit in my hands perfectly. Her butt fit every piece of clothing flawlessly, and I couldn't wait to squeeze her ass as I pounded into her. But, now is not the time to think about sex. She stopped growing when she reached the height of five feet and four inches. Short for a girl in the Harrison family, but it was the height I wanted her to be so I stopped her growth at that point. Even with her highest heels on, she will never be taller than me, and that's exactly what I want. I need her to always be looking up at me.

With all of these beautiful features, there is one thing that sticks out the most: her eyes. Her eyes are the color of a newly polished sapphire. They are the most hypnotic color, and everyone envies them. Some of the "popular" girls at her high school tried finding contacts that matched the color, but there were none that portrayed the beauty of Keegan's eyes. When the sun is shining, her eyes will sparkle. It is unlike anything I have ever seen in my entire existence. Keegan's eyes alone can be the Eighth Wonder of the World.

As I am thinking about Keegan's perfect body, she is driving home. I know she had a stressful day at school. One of her law professors informed the class that he will be gone for a month and proceeded to give out a large amount of work to do in his absence. She also has an exam coming up so she was in the library studying until 11 p.m.

She is speeding down her street and whipping into her driveway. I see her slam the car door shut and run into the house. She's moving a little quicker than normal, and I know it's because of the approaching thunderstorm. Keegan's greatest fear is thunder storms. It's a little ironic since my father is the one who creates the powerful storms.

Now she is in her room changing, and I am sitting on her balcony waiting for her to turn off the lights. It's the same routine day in and day out. I watch her all throughout the day, and when she returns home, I wait for her to turn out the lights so I can watch her sleep. Some nights are so peaceful, but most nights she tosses and turns and screams. When the nightmares come, I typically sing her favorite songs, mainly Michal Bublé, but some nights I crawl into her bed and hold her close. Keegan is always so warm, and when I lay with her, she cuddles into my chest. If I had a heart, it would beat frantically when she does this.

I break from my thoughts and notice Keegan has turned all of her lights off and is now balled up in her sheets. As I walk into her room, I notice her teeth are chattering and she is balled up, so I pull her comforter up to cover her. When the warmth begins to spread from my simple action, she begins to unfurl and her teeth are no longer hitting one another furiously. She looks so calm and perfect. Just as I start to truly admire her beauty, I hear a crash of thunder.

"Oh Father, please not tonight, I'd like her to have one good night of sleep this week. She needs it," I whisper.

As the words leave my mouth, lightning pops right outside of her window. She stirs slightly in her sleep and starts to whimper. I know she will wake soon so I begin to sing "Lost" by Michael Bublé.

I can't believe it's over

I watched the whole thing fall

And I never saw the writing that was on the wall