Requiem ON HOLD!!

Prologue

This is going to be a POV story with strong language and very mature themes of abuse, drinking and driving, substance abuse. So just be warned before you proceed. There will also be a word count at the end of each chapter. -SilverStorm

Kamellia's POV

One swing and a black eye. Have you ever felt what it's like to be abused? Two swings and a bottle smashed over my head. For me, that's everyday. Three swings and I'm knocked out. Hit and kicked, bruised and beaten was all I've ever known. Until my mother's annual company dinner party, commemorating all the good things my mother has done as CEO of the company. Ha, good things. Good things only come around very rarely to me and when they do, my father comes and takes them away. Whisks up all the good things and empties them, and drowns them at the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle and pack of Marlboro cigarettes specially laced with whatever my dad wanted: usually weed because my dad "knew a guy." 

Emaline's POV

Tonight is by far the biggest night of my career. I just hope my godforsaken daughter, the little bitch she is, behaves herself while I accept my award for the CEO of the year like I have for the past 5 years in a row; not to brag.

"Levi, dear, it's almost time to go. Where is Kami? I'm gonna slap that girl if she makes us late. LEVI!!" I yell for my unresponsive husband, muttering quietly to myself. I stand from my vanity, my red sleek dress swaying about my ankles and heels clicking on the laminate floor. I walk into the bathroom to find Leviathan, fixing his suit. I half expected him to be wasted but he seemed surprisingly sober at first glance though. Usually when I make assumptions about his state they always prove to be wrong.

"Are you almost ready?" I stand in the doorway and stare at his reflection in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks.

Yep, I was wrong.

Leviathan's POV

"Are you almost ready?" My wife asks from the doorway. I can feel her eyes penetrating my reflection and searching for what she wasn't hoping to be true.

It was true. Stoned out of my mind.

"Yes dear. Where is Kamellia?" I turn away trying to hide it.

"I don't know. I've yelled at her to get ready three or four times now and if she makes us late she's in for-"

"I'm right here, Mom. And I'm wearing the dress you gave me," Kami appears in the doorway next to her mother.

Kamellia's POV

I slipped on my emerald green dress and heard my mom yelling at my father. Her heels clicked on the floorboards above me.

I carefully walk up the stairs and saw my mom and dad in the bathroom. My dad was staring at himself in the mirror and I could tell he was trying to hide how high he was. He did that often but he did it terribly.

"I don't know. I've yelled at her to get ready three or four times now and if she makes us late she's in for-" I heard my mother say but I quickly cut her off as I walk up the rest of the way and stand next to her.

"I'm right here, Mom. And I'm wearing the dress you gave me," I say hoping to add at least an ounce of cheer to the evening. It didn't work cause my mother grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me to the car, yelling for my father to get downstairs on the way. 

She opened the car door and shoved me inside, scratching my arm with her 1,000 dollar manicured nails. My dad came barreling down while fixing his cuff links and getting into the passenger's seat of the old Bentley. 

My mom knew better than to let my dad drive when he is high or drunk. She might be abusive but she still wants us alive. The more I say that maybe I can convince myself that it's actually true. I don't know why my mother insists on driving when my dad is drunk and stoned. If I was her, I'd let him drive so he can crash and kill us, putting us out of our misery. And with that thought we were off.

The bottom line is nothing happened at the dinner party.

In other words, you guessed it. Time skip.

My mom accepted her award and then made a bullshit speech about how it was the love she has for her family that kept her going through tough jobs; the desire to get the money she needed to keep us alive with food on the table and a roof over our heads and blah, blah, blah.

It was all lies.

She would rather see me dead. She has no love for us, I'm her biggest regret and her biggest mistake. She has no problems telling me that to my face. And she only married Dad for his money which is why he resorts to drinking, drugs and abusing me. My father never abused Mom. He's told me in his drunken state how many times he's thought of hitting her before saying hitting her would be a lot less fun than hitting me because I wouldn't hit him back.

On the way back to our house Mom let Dad drive. And from that moment on I wasn't the worst mistake she made.

I'm pretty happy with the prologue so far as an introduction to the characters but chapter 1 is where the real story begins. Please let me know if you think there are any errors. I'm always looking for ways to make my writing better. The prologue is 880 words long. The chapters will probably be in between 700 and 1,000 words. That's basically all I have to say. See you in the first chapter. -SilverStorm