Fear Me ( Broken Love Series #1)

》Prologue《

Are you ready to go on a journey with Lake and Keiran? 💌💫

( plenty of spelling and grammar errors)

Lake

I huffed and wiped the sweat off my eyebrow for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. The pink toenail polish that Aunt Carissa helped me paint on this morning glistened in the sunlight.

    I wasn't having a very good time.

    “Wanna play hopscotch? I’ve got chalk. Pink ones too if you like. My mom says girly-girls like pink. Your bow is pink so you're definitely a girly-girl. I like your bun. You look like a ballerina. Are you a ballerina? Can you show me your moves?”

    The soft voice above me rushed the words out before I could raise my head. I looked up and was staring into twinkling green eyes and a chubby face. She reminded me of my mom’s statues that she often called a cherub.

    “Willow,” she stated.

    I continued to stare.

    Her wild mane of curly red hair that was more like a copper color was currently spread in every direction like it had never met a brush before. Freckles covered what seemed like every inch of her face and framed her biground eyes. Her bright green overalls had a yellow daisy print that she paired with purple sneakers. She definitely had the adorable kid look down.

    “Hi,” I finally responded after the silence became awkward. I could see some of her confidence disappearing when I continued to stare.

    “What’s your name?” she prompted nervously. I wasn't sure I should answer her. She looked like trouble and a long day. I didn’t get the chance to answer though. A lady with equally red hair, but carefully swept back to rest on her shoulders, interrupted before I could.

    “Willow,” the lady called out in a stern tone. “What happened to your hair? Oh, never mind. Where is your brother? It’s time to go home.”

    “Mooooom,” she whined. “How would I know? Buddy’s five! He’s practically an adult!”

    I‘m almost sure that isn’t right.

    “Willow Olivia Waters,” her mother started, turning red.

    Uh-oh.

    “Lake”, I stated abruptly.

    They both turned to me, her mother appearing confused while Willow grinned at
me triumphantly.  I guess learning my name was some kind of victory for her. Weird.

    I only gave my name as a distraction because for some reason I didn't want the other girl in trouble, but now I didn't know what to do as they both stared at me.

    “Mom, Lake and I will find Buddy and we’ll meet you at the car,” the girl rushed out as she grabbed my hand and took off running across the playground.

    We quickly passed swing sets, merry-go rounds, and jungle gyms, but I never really saw any of it as she pulled me across the park at top speed. We finally came to a stop near a set of bright blue monkey bars. It looked pretty scary to an eight-year old so I could only imagine how the younger boy in denim overalls, crouched over in tears, on top of the bars felt. I wondered how and why he got up there. The monkey bars were meant for kids three times his size.

    “Buddy!” Willow called out next to me.

    “Willow, help me. I can’t get down!”

    I could see him shaking from where I was standing and felt sorry for the little guy. I turned to his sister expectantly to see what she would do but she no longer looked like the vibrant girl I met a moment ago. She lookedscared. I nudged her, which seemed to break her out of her trance.