Maybe

Prologue

Fate has a sick way of playing with you, toying with your insides, and succumbing you to face what you hate the most at some point in life.

Why was I so broken? Why couldn't I have been born in a normal life without having to deal with all of this bullshit?

Those that were expected to take care of you were the ones that landed you in the worst possible scenarios; your parents. And you been so naive and trusting always following their words.
Fate sure does know how to fuck with you. I thought the worst part of my life was over, but sadly it continues, and I don't know what to do.
I was alone and with the burden to take care of an innocent soul, but how was I to do it when I was tainted, used by the darkness time and time again? When I was the weakest person I have ever met?

With tears rolling down my face, I peered over the edge of the bridge, contemplating if I should become one with the rolling waves crashing against the edge. The moonless night my only witness, and years of pain embracing me forward.

The temptation was making me shudder with a tranquility I never knew I could feel. Just one step, that's all it would take.

No one ever stepped in to protect me, no one ever questioned the bruises or the scars. Why should they? Boys will be boys, was what they always said. Would it have been different if I was a girl? Would they have cared more?
The incessant questions burning my skin just like he would do.
My flesh a prisoner of memories, his prisoner that dances to his tune.

Death sounded so appealing, one moment you are breathing and the next pure black, or who knows, maybe all those idiots preaching got something right and heaven or nirvana was real. who the fuck will know?

One step, Lucas. That's all you need.
And that's when
I saw him, his body over mine, his hot breath against my ear, his sweat rolling off his fat body towards my back as he took me against my will. My knees screaming in pain as well as my anus, knowing I was helpless and weak that I couldn't fight.

But then I saw her. She lighted a burning fire inside me to keep going.
Not for myself but for her. The angel that took form of my baby sister. The sweet innocent and naive smile were my salvation. Her bubbly face. I needed to keep going. Not for me, but for Emma.

It was my turn to fuck life. I was done being a little bitch.

Thats when I stepped off the edge towards the sidewalk and embrace the path I was given. But this time with an angel by my side to help me keep going.

Knowing what awaits for the both of us haunting me. But I would push through. She would not suffer like I did. I would rather take all the more whips and chains just so she would be like a bird. Free and unaware of reality. Normal.

With that in mind I got on my bike and pedaled to the dark night, towards my prison.