"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The rain didn't stop. It continued for a very long time beating against my window, as I watched each droplet of water race down before hitting the sill, and started all over again. I had counted two hundred and fifty-eight raindrops, while I laid down tirelessly in the bed as the sun refused to rise.
It's been two days since I had found out the truth, and every since then it was like the weather didn't stop matching the feeling that covered me. Everything was numb since he told me, and I felt like my body had been completely dry now it was over, I could barely cry anymore, so the sky decided to do it for me.
My eyes turned away from the window as I looked back up at the celling, realizing that I haven't slept in this room for years. The very last time that I've been here was my night before college, and it had been an exciting time because I knew my major was going to be art. Something my dad believed that I should do as a kid, when we would sketch little fun doodles in the kitchen while Carly and Ben went out with my mom.
'Good job, my little ryder' He would say in a very high impressed voice, while looking at the sketches of princesses that I plastered on the paper by memory. And it would make me feel so special, that I had took a vow and would always do anything to make him proud.
Even if it was pointless to me, if it meant a lot to him, then I swore to myself I would do it with no hesitation and not care about anyone else judgment.
He was always so proud of me and didn't hesitate to show me that, now I've probably did the one exact thing that would make him hate me forever. I fell in love with the man that took his life, and it was all because I actually wasn't truly his daughter. Which makes everything much worse for my case.
I could only imagine what Carly would say if she was still alive, how that it was a shame that all of this happened and now I just have to live with the consequences of my actions. She always used to say it as a teenager, back then it didn't really dawn on me what that had been meant until I got a lot older.
Now it was the story of my life, and I was have to deal with the shattered pieces that has never really been mended in the first place. No one could ever be in my corner, not like my sister or my father and it sucked to be reminded of that every second of the day. But it was my own fault, thinking I had a family. But it was just as broken as my real one, he was right. No one gave a damn about me.
A sigh left as I adjusted my pillow while laying down, looking around what used to be my room as a kid then in my teenage years. But it's funny how I resorted to come back to this place, every time my life didn't go right which was majority of the time. Maybe I just needed a brand new escape route.
While I was in the midst of thinking to myself, a knock came on the door and before I could even give the person an okay to walk inside, it opened up to show my youngest brother, Micah holding the puppy in his hands.
