You Wouldn't Understand My Reality // Wyatt Oleff(DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

You had a chance to be friends with Wyatt Oleff. But alas, it failed.

Feel free to escape this and skip to the first official chapter. My prologues are annoying unless I'm actually having fun writing them.

Your family. Is still together. But still...it's somehow broken. And corrupted. And as some would say.

Hell.

Do you really think you would want to have a second job as all things but it is a Female Police Detective? Sure. You're wise. Fast. Swift. Trained. You catch them every time. And strong. Your determination is also through the roof, you always manage to accomplish your mission even if you're doing parkour on rooftops.

Sometimes it makes you feel inhumane. But that's a secret for now.

But you're also a Hollywood Actor. You have a big role in a bunch of detective movies, action movies, and a secret role in Marvel. To your luck, this character is going to develop in further movies to be much bigger than she lets on.

But being a Detective AND Actor has its perks. Actor Jake Gyllenhaal has noticed this and he's now a friend of yours and Tom Holland's. They're actually really helpful when you need to get away from everything else.

Do you think all of this is lucky so far? Hah...now it's going to get darker. The only luck you've had is School, Acting, and Detective work. There is no luck with friends and family.

Your Mom. Your Dad. Your Demon Dog. Your Sister. And your Brother. I won't go into everything. Just a basis.

Your Mom is the one who pushed you into acting and modeling. Jokes on her, you wanted to do this. But when she learned this, she pushed you even harder. Wear this. Wear that. Not good enough. Your weight defines you. Your picture is always a failure. Do better. Do better. Do better. Do better. DO BETTER. DO BETTER. She also tried to get you to sing. You didn't do it. So from then, all your mistakes were classified as crimes inside the house and you would be locked in your room without dinner. To...learn. From them. She wouldn't even notice if you didn't eat at all.

Your Dad pushed you until you were sick. You were a kid, so putting you into Police Detective training did indeed damage your heart and soul. It's what he wanted, but you were turned against him for this. So he was rougher. He didn't lay a hand on you as he sensed you weren't afraid to go to the Police. So instead...your room looked like shit and he treated your sister like a Queen. That included going out to events and movies too. So you used your money instead to get there all on your own. It was easier and made you have more freedom. But you didn't get away with it every time. You didn't have a dream room style. Everything you brought for your room was hidden in your suitcase. But as you became a detective. You were by far the youngest and most skilled. By force to make his daughter a soldier. He would also check your bags and everything in your room which didn't allow you to have privacy as there was no lock. It was totally violating your privacy. You swore to never do that to other people because you hated it so much being done to you. Your suitcase and backpack were never found. So everything you hold close is in there.

Your Demon Dog. Ahhh. Lucy. The one who chomped into your leg and sent you into hospital, nearly dying out of blood loss. She's still alive. As are you. But you're now scared of dogs, even though some can be cute. You're always only getting used to Jake's and Tom's, because deep down inside. You know they won't hurt you but it won't make you forget about what Lucy did. She always scares you too. Every time you get back from the day you've had. Trying to kill you. But she loves the rest. What is so wrong with you?

Your Sister. She doesn't interact with you much. She's treated like Royalty. It's so obvious. Model. Actor. Zoologist. Restaurant Worker. Has her own Makeup Platform. Her own merch. She ignores you. But when she doesn't, you're both neck in neck for arguments. If she can blame something on you. God knows she will and get away with it.