A Love Like Venom (A Vipers MC Novel)

Chapter 1 - Alice

Chapter 1 - Alice

I can tell you the first time my heart broke.

I can also tell you the last time it did, too.

To be fair I think I have known heart break my entire life. There must be something in my genetic makeup, something flowing through my blood that allows it to always happen to me.

You can say my first technical heartbreak was when I was born. From what I was told, repeatedly by my mother, my father left a couple of months after. I was the reason why he left and why he stopped loving my mother. Why he also abandoned my sister. And that he didn't even love me from the second I was born.

My second heartbreak came from the woman who gave birth to me. Sometimes it's hard to refer to her as my mother. She was never much of one during my childhood to teen years. She hated me as soon as my father left. My sister says the only reason she had me was a last ditch effort to keep him. My mother hasn't shown me an ounce of compassion since. Not even when I tried to win her love. Tried to at least gain some affection.

As soon as I turned eighteen I thought I would taste freedom. But freedom was a pipe dream. Freedom required money. Freedom required a good credit score. Freedom required the release from the chains that bind me.

Freedom comes at a cost too high.

Over the years I've come to learn that freedom is a luxury that I simply can't afford.

Then there comes heartbreak number three; my sister. Older than me by three years I looked up to my sister in more ways than one. In the early years she was someone I admired. Someone who I loved and had given me love in return. Maybe that's why the lasting affects of her heartbreak pains me more than the woman who birthed me.

With my mother I never stood a chance at receiving love.

But with Caitlin. . .with Caitlin I was able to experience it. Though for only a short period of time.

She too began to resent me. I started noticing her change in behavior around me when she turned ten. I was only seven at the time. Seven and impressionable. Seven and vulnerable.

Mother's words laced with venom spread through my sister's veins like poison. She believed everything my mother told her. Telling her I was the reason we didn't have a family. That I was the reason father left. That we couldn't have good things because I was the extra mouth to feed.

I should have known her love was too good to be true.

But how was I to know any better at the age of seven?

I was starving for love. Hungry for the sense of family that I was denied.

The day my sister became the incarnate of my mother was the third time I experienced heartbreak.

But during all that heartbreak, all the tears and pain I found someone.

He was the boy in the trailer next to us. Always gazing up at the stars like they were his own private show. With a dazzling smile that made my young heart ache and a laughter so beautiful to hear it sounded like music to my ears.

When my eyes first met his I knew magic was real. It was his eyes. At the time I had no clue the science behind it. As an adult now I still like to think that magic is what makes his eyes change colors. It reminds me of the one innocent thing about my childhood.

You see his eyes would change due to the exposure of light. When the sun was at its highest and beating down on us his eyes were a gold brown with flecks of green. Then when the sun would set and the moon took its place his eyes were the deepest brown they almost appeared black.