Ally Jackson's life took a dark turn at the hands of those who were supposed to protect her. The shadows of her father and brother's vile actions loomed over her, casting a sinister pall over her young life.
Ally's world shattered when the truth of her father's heinous crimes emerged, ripping apart the façade of the perfect family. The bruises on her skin spoke volumes - a silent testimony to the horrors she endured in the confines of her own home. Her mother, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding under her roof, was left reeling from the betrayal.
As her father was hauled off to prison, Ally's relief was short-lived as another predator emerged from the darkness. Her brother, tainted by the same twisted desires as their father, sought to claim her innocence. In a harrowing showdown, Ally fought back with a ferocity born of survival and fled into the unforgiving wilderness, a fugitive from the demons of her past. Half-naked and broken, she was rescued from the clutches of her brother's depravity, but the scars of her ordeal ran deep.
As her brother was stripped of his freedom, Ally was left to navigate the treacherous waters of healing. Counseling became her sanctuary, a fragile lifeline in a sea of turmoil, as her mother assumed control of the family business, a reluctant heir to a tainted legacy.
High school became a battleground of whispers and taunts, a harsh reminder of the isolation Ally faced. The merciless scrutiny of her peers made her a pariah, a figure of mockery and scorn. But amidst the shadows of her past, a flicker of light emerged in the form of a kindred spirit.
A girl, whose empathy shone like a beacon in the darkness, extended a hand of friendship to Ally. Then, a boy entered her life, his eyes filled with understanding and warmth. With his gentle presence, Ally discovered a sanctuary in his embrace, a refuge from the storms that raged within.
𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐡 -
One could say that I'm a failure - that I'm nothing but a nuisance, or that I'm a criminal that deserved to be behind bars - And honestly, I couldn't give two shits about what the next person could think of me.
I'm what they call a survivor. Risking, and doing things that no 18 year old kid should be doing. So yea, I could care less about what people could think of me.
So why was it that when this 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗺𝗼𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 looks at me, do I want to hide my harsh cold world. To keep her at bay from who I 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 am.
She seems so sad. Trapped in her own head, a pain she can't shake. She tries to appear happy but I can see that something's haunting her. If only I knew how to take her pain away.
I wanted her - 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, but nothing good would come from ever loving me. I couldn't be another ghost haunting her too.
𝐈𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢 -
He was quiet, laid-back and a 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 asshole. Yet, I just can't seem to get him out of my mind.
He has that certain . . . . aura about him. One that I'm awfully familiar with. I needed to save him before it was too late - before I 𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐭 him too.
His eyes always seemed to draw me in. It's like he was calling to me - as if he 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 me, as if he 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 me.
I wanted him - badly. I wanted him so that I could hold him. To be the one to help him stitch all his 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 and just maybe . . .
He could help me fix mine too.
After a tragic event that left Imani shattered, she and her mother move across the states to start a new life, ( synopsis tbc )