What if one of the purest things on this earth had the most merciless beings living inside her? What if one of the most innocent creatures you will ever meet have had some of the worst things done to them?
That's how it is for Fayore Trahvin.
Fayor...
Fayore quickly shot up as she felt a large body land on top of her. She attempted to push the body off and groaned as she knew exactly who was trying to wake her.
"Wakey wakey, Fay! It's your 18th birthday, therefore you are not allowed to sleep this long!" Hunter taunted as he picked up the small girl.
Fayore fell asleep again in his arms and Hunter smirked evilly at that. He put her in the tub, where had previously made a freezing cold bath for his bestfriend.
Fayore immediately awoke at the sudden coldness and jumped out the bath quickly. She shivered and stared at Hunter with wide eyes.
"Hunt! I was dreaming about chocolate!" The girl said with a pout from sadness.
Hunter simply stared at his bestfriend before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Fayore was in love with chocolate. She always did have a sweet tooth and anything with chocolate just so happened to be her favorite sweet.
After Hunter had finally finished his laughter, he began to speak, "It's your birthday. I will not let you sleep any longer. You probably don't want to use that bath, so take a shower. Get dressed, then meet mom, dad, and I downstairs." And just like that, Hunter exited the bathroom.
Hunter had began to call Fayore's parents his after the first seven months. He grew up in an orphanage and never had any real parents. So when Fayore's parents treated him like their own, he couldn't help but fall into the pit of parental love he craved since he was a small child.
Hunter was twenty, but acted like a child when he was comfortable with you. He could have moved out by now, but he didn't want to leave his family. He was taking online classes, just like Fayore. They were a happy family and none of them wanted to lose each other.
Fayore took off her soaked pajamas and put them in her purple hamper. She turned how shower on and let it get warm, before she stepped in.
Fayore didn't like hot or cold showers, only warm. Hot showers burned her soft skin and cold showers made her feel like she was in Antarctica. But warm showers gave her comfort and made her feel relaxed.
After her shower, Fayore stepped out the shower and wrapped a fluffy light purple towel around her body and hair. She walked to her medium walk in closet and began to look at her options.
After a while, Fayore settled for a white dress that had a bow across her chest. She put on some white socks and rolled them down at the top. She topped it off with her baby pink heels and baby pink purse that hung to her hip.
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She walked to her vanity and looked at her hair. She brushed her long, straight hair and used her curling iron to curl it as much as she could.
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