Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Prologue.

Prologue

Disclaimer/ A/N,

All rights reserved. This story is my bitch, and is probably going to drag on forever. But, I can assure you; if you stick around, endure the bumps and the times you may want to kill me, you may actually enjoy the story.

This is my first story, and is also my first time writing from angst's point of view. I would love to hear your views and opinions on how this is going so, please, don't hold back. Even if you hate it, the constructive criticism will  be taken on board.

So, this is it, fam. See you on the other side. Enjoy the prologue.

Side Picture Of April Stuart ->

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Ever had that moment in your life when you wonder if you'll make it through the day?

That the burden upon your shoulders gets unbearably heavy and you question whether it be a whole lot easier to give up? Whether life is worth the trauma that comes along with it as an extra weight?

April Stuart thought it was.

It had been a personal moral for her- before her change in perspective, that is- that giving up life was a waste in valuable opportunity. Perhaps it was the death of her Mom and Dad that was the prime reason for her views. April liked to think, no matter the situation, that things would always get better. Even in the most terminal circumstances. Looking back now, she didn't know if she'd completely agree.

Of course, the circumstance that April had found herself naively stumbling through wasn't exactly terminal. She'd be an idiot to compare it to one of those terrible circumstances that even the most innocent, wonderful people could find themselves plummeting towards. It was against her will- as if anybody would be silly enough to actually want this- that her life had taken this turn.

That's just the funny little thing about fate; it's as unexpected, and potentially disastrous, as something as unlikely as a werewolf attacking you in the middle of the night. Or, if you're lucky, it could be just as strangely beautiful as being destined to spend the rest of your life with some peculiar stranger you'd never met before; whom you'd befriend, unintentionally gaining protection and love in the craziest of ways. But that's just life. And that's why April believed that, whatever the circumstance, life was much too precious and beautiful to give up.

Of course, April's Uncle would laugh at her for saying such things. He'd laugh at her for saying anything she believed in. In fact, there were little statements he'd actually allow her to say. He expected manners, yet gave none in return. He demanded attention and gratitude despite being undeniably undeserving of that. And most of all, her Uncle expected gentle behaviour; whenever he threw a punch, she was not to deliver one in return. Those were all unspoken rules that, unknowingly, April would soon break.

She'd been living with her Uncle Dale for 6 months now in an acute, dilapidated apartment complex in a discarded part of the city. He worked an unreliable job for a living and April was pretty certain he deals drugs somewhere to gain the money to go to his favourite strip club with his common rabble of friends- or pigs, that she enjoyed to compare them to. Of course, she'd never admit that out loud. That'd be breaking rule number 1, after all.

Within the first week of living there with him, April became incredibly aware that her Uncle was a legitimate psychopath. And how other people didn't realise that too was beyond her.

He'd lumber around the apartment, barking orders at her 94% of the time he's in the house, many of which would entail serving him and his squad of pigs playing poker, who'd converse about last night's shenanigans with multiple different seducers. Something told April that they were full-aware of what happened when they went home; when the belt came out and the screams were unrelenting. Yet, for some stupid reason, they were totally okay with that. Dale must've gloated about it when she wasn't around- how he could whip his niece into working chores around the house.

Who said slavery was dead?

Dale had forbidden April from attending the local school in this new town. He believes that his academic qualifications led him nowhere in life. But April would've thought you'd need some qualifications to deal drugs, perhaps Public Speaking? How to Con Your Way Out Of Being Arrested? Sure, they weren't real qualifications, but what would she know. Her Uncle could probably publish a book on "How to Be a Crack Seller" or something. But how he could do something so illegal yet be trusted by local civilians baffled her. How could he remain so unsuspicious? They obviously don't hear the bottle smashing against the walls during the night.

He also wouldn't let April leave the apartment to mingle with anyone her age. He, apparently, dislikes the idea of her "fooling around" with other people, which the thought of April "fooling around" with anyone scares her to death. It hadn't always been this way, but her Uncle's 'warm welcoming' soon changed her perspective on that. Now, even if anyone were to give her something as small as a pat on the back, April would flinch away, hyperventilating and wheezing, expecting them to throw a punch at her next.

They had a routine. Every night, he'd come home from wherever he spends his nights- April had her suspicions, but they were too gross to even think about- and, if he was alone, he'd immediately tackle the fridge. Though, not in the way April would raid her fridge back in her other house whenever she came home from school. Food- poptarts, mainly- was never on Dale's mind. Alcohol was, obviously- as if he wasn't wasted enough already. When he'd finish his 'saviour sustenance' he'd lumber on through the house towards her bedroom door and would proceed to pound the door to gain entree. Knowing she'd have no other choice, April would open the door every time. If she didn't; the consequences would come back around to bite her in the ass the next day.

Let's just say a drunk Uncle Dale is a violent Uncle Dale. In fact, there's really no good side to her Uncle- but he's the only family she has left.

April would endure the abuse, with too small a voice to do anything to help herself out of her home life. And, like she believed, there was really no plausible way for her to get out of it. Life was too precious to give up, so that didn't ever cross her mind. Maybe deep down, fate had it in store for her.

And maybe even deeper down, April still hold onto the hope that things could turn around. But, when it did, April Stuart didn't know if it was for the better. She'd just have to live through it all, no matter the consequences.

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Like I said, constructive criticism is welcomed. I hope you don't hate April, she's the main character after all. You'll see many sides to her as the story progresses. And if you don't like her now, you might when I've put her in other situations.

There will be werewolves and romance and all that good stuff (I know that's what you all came for, don't lie) later on in the story, but I don't want to rush the character's development.

Yours Truly,

EnrapturedInWords