The Gem of the Gods

Prologue

Hey guys!

So this story was originally in my Ryu Haybusa x Reader Oneshots but then I noticed that my story is going to be a bit longer than I thought soooo I decided to make it into a book!

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IMAGE ABOVE IS NOT MINE!!!!!!

It was the day before your twenty first birthday.

A special celebration to most of American culture being able to finally get smash-faced drunk.

Only, that was the thing you were worrying about.

"C'mon don't give me the silent treatment." Your best friend Shelby had pretty much invited herself into your home.

In honesty she practically lived her by how many sleepovers you had daily and how she would just show up in the middle of the day just to raid your fridge.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment I'm cleaning the house well I'm motivated." You defended.

You were clumsy putting the dishes in your dishwasher resulting in loud clanks and bangs that irritated your ears.

"I've known you since first grade and I know you clean when you're stressed out." She huffed.

You sighed heavily and leaned on your elbows on the lip of the sink staring out the window above it.

"No, I won't be! What if...what if something happens. With the smell of alcohol and....I'm scared I'm gonna end up like him if I start or...I might see him."

Shelby stood up from the couch to lean on the sink next to you. You felt a hand gently grope your shoulder.

"It was almost two decades ago that he committed suicide in his jail cell."

"He did. Doesn't mean he can't still haunt my nightmares."

"(Name), I promise you, you will NEVER become like him. Unlike him, you're first off female, have friends--namely mwah!--AND you have a family to slap you out of it! I'm sure we can help if you end up, well...in the sewage gutters."

You nodded and pressed a hand to your heart feeling it race.

"I'm gonna go get pizza. You gonna be fine by yourself for five minutes?" She asked.

You nodded and pulled your glass of juice to you in an attempt to hide the tremble in your hands.

"You sure you don't want me to wait a few minutes?"

"Nah. I'm getting hungry anyways." You pulled back the hair in your face.

"(Name), you'll be fine. Trust me, you'll have a great time. We'll talk more after."

You silently nodded and pressed a hand to your abdomen feeling the scarred tissue there ache.

"I won't become him. I won't." You muttered to the reflection in the window...

The next day you were dressed up as best as you could in a short black lace dress and noticeable makeup.

You were extremely uncomfortable as is, but place yourself in a semi- crowded bar and you were practically  crawling in your skin. The hearty laughter of men floated through the air, cheering on a Friday night football game on the TV.

You were in the middle of the bar between Shelby on your right and your overprotective older brother Khris on the left. Your step-father was there too who knew about your troubled past and would constantly give you glances to make sure you were alright.

You were surrounded by your step-father, your brother, and your best friend; your family. You were protected and safe and your father was dead and gone long ago.