Dealing with Lucifer (ON HIATUS)

The Beginning Of A New Era (1)

Pain. The one thing you can count on. If you feel pain, you know that you are alive.
The smash of glass, the slam of a door, rage-filled shouting.
A scream. A gunshot. A thud.
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2 hours earlier:
"Mum can I get a latte from Starbucks?" Asked the 15 year old girl. At first glance she looked plain, almost boring. But if you looked closely, you could pick out flecks of gold and green in her hazel eyes. Subtle blonde highlights contrasted her brown hair, showing off her flawless complexion. Pale skin and full red lips only added to her natural beauty.

"Honey, I-We can't afford that kind of thing right at this moment. You know how tight things are and your father still needs to pay for...his hobbies?"replied the mother, although to be honest her 'reply' was more like a question.

"Ha, that's real funny mum cos here I was thinking that we were only broke because my bastard of a father is a raging alcoholic and bets all of our money on the fucking horses" came the reply, spoken no louder than normal but laced with so much anger and malice that the mother felt goosebumps roll down her body.

The mothers reply to these accusations you might ask? Well, there's only one way to describe it. Pitiful.

  "Oh darling, you know your father loves us it's just that since he lost his job he's been finding things difficult." the mother, a normally jolly woman, said. But there was no mistaking the way her cheeks were sunken in, how she flinched every time there was a loud noise or how she absentmindedly rubbed the scars on her wrists were she had been tied up to 'prepare' for a particularly brutal punishment. No, punishment is a way of describing it to make it seem like it was her fault. The better term would be beating, domestic abuse, violence, take your pick. I mean, is there honestly a way of describing such vile acts that doesn't make your skin crawl or blood churn?

  They'd had had this type of conversation countless times. The daughter would beg her mum to leave her father, the mum would defend him, they would start arguing, blah blah blah. You get the idea.

  But, this was their normal. This was their form of comfort in the darkness. You see, this was the Black's way of life. The mother, Tanya Black, was beautiful. In her prime she modelled for famous brands and magazines, this quickly led to a long list of suitors wanting her hand in marriage. But, regardless of her parents wishes, she ran off with a 'bad boy' that she met in London. They had the summer of a lifetime before she was forced to marry a rich, rather old and balding, man that her parents chose for her. Needless to say that their marriage was less than successful. Her husband, Nigel Black, was, on the surface, a carefree man who loved his family. If you were to look past the well put together facade, however, you would find that he was evil. Pure evil. Sick and twisted, he beat his wife to a pulp on a daily basis and had so many mistress' that he had stopped counting. Their daughter, Scarlett Black, was nothing like them. She was brave and cunning and ambitious, albeit a little stubborn sometimes. She had her mother's good looks and her father's cunning and pride.

  However, unknown to Nigel and Scarlett, Tanya had a secret. A secret so big, it was shocking that no one had figured it out yet. No one questioned why Scarlett looked nothing like her father, why she didn't share any of his interests, hell, no one questioned why, in no way, did Scarlett even remotely resemble her supposed father. This was because she was not his daughter.

   A woman once fell in love with a bad boy. And it set in motion a chain of events that no one could have ever predicted.
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A/N
Hi guy this is my first attempt at writing a book so if anyone has any constructive criticism on how I could improve I would be very grateful. I know this chapter is a bit short but I'm going to try and update at least once a week with chapters of around 1000 words.