For The Better, Or Worse?

Prologue

Prologue

I looked at the scene before me, my eye's growing wide in horror as well as disgust.

At the far end of the room, where our sofa was carelessly placed, sat my dad, with another women on his lap, in an intense lip-lock. From behind, I couldn't tell who the women was, but whoever she was, I could tell she wasn't my mother. And when I looked closer at the back of her head, I noticed her hair was dyed black, with streaks of caramel. And then I noticed something odd, she had a black coat on, with a fur hood around the collar. It looked allot like...........

"Rachael?" I whispered. But apparently it was loud enough for them to hear, because she jumped off his lap, landing on the balls of her feet. Her eye's wide, she turned to me. Opening her mouth, but nothing came out.

My dad suddenly got up, marching over to me, his gaze was smoldering, while mine was sure to be frightened. Why did I have to be such a pansy?

"Megan, what are you doing home so soon?" he questioned, something like Disgust in his voice, or disdain.

"Wha- what. What were you guys doing?" I questioned, cursing myself for stuttering. Even though it was obvious, his incompetent mind gather the information that I had just saw what exactly he was doing. And then in his mind, it clicked, that I saw who he was doing it with.

His eye's were wide, either registering the fact that he was in deep shit, or trying to make up excuses that he already knew I wouldn't even think of considering.  Just then, somewhere in side me my courage had decided to show itself, and I didn't know where it had come from, but I knew in the near future, I would curse its stupidness.

"What. Oh, don't tell me. You were just discussing global warming, or the problems our economy has been having lately. Or, were you just 'getting a bug' off her lips?" I questioned, while puffing out my chest, and standing straighter.

His left eye twitched, and I knew I had gotten myself into something I wouldn't even wish upon the most hated human being in the world. Well, except maybe him.

He raised his hand, and all my courage seemed to shrivel up, while I raised my arms to protect my face. But it was to late, his hand had came crashing down with such force, it knocked my off my feet, sending me falling to the ground in a messy heap.

I looked up shocked, his hand balled up into fists, and then for the first time since I had found them, I looked up over to Rachael, who had been quietly standing this whole time. Her eye's mimicked mine, almost as big a saucer's, but then I narrowed them, mouthing words I never thought I'd be saying to her. My other half. The one who had gotten me through all the hard times in my life, and comforted me when I needed comforting.

My bestfriend.

I hate you.

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I didn't even try proof reading this. I'm too lazy.

Oh well, Its just an idea I had for a story, I hope you guys like it.

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