Prologue

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮  '

It's raining, I love the rain.

The calming sound of raindrops hitting the cement

The smell of rain

The rain washing away your pain

Making you forget all your troubles and worries

My sister had always told me "No Rain, No Flowers" I never really grasped the meaning behind it, I'd be lying if I said I understood it now.

"Oh, come on Sephie please stop crying!" Penelope begs. I had tripped over her Barbie's pink convertible resulting in a scraped knee.

Barbie needs her license revoked

"Would you like a hug?" she asks giving me a quizzical look holding her arms open

"Y-Yes, please" I respond quietly, wiping the tears from my eyes.

Pen leans over to hug me "It'll be okay Sephie. No Rain, No Flowers" whispering in my ear, she rubs my back

She always knew how to make me feel better

The sudden sound of screeching tires on wet pavement snaps me out of my memory.

Turning to see a car stopped behind me, my heart races

I turn back around; walking a bit faster.

I hear doors shut behind me, their loud footsteps picking up their pace to match mine causing my heart to pound harder in my chest

At this point I'm certain those around me could hear it.

I start running

A million questions fill my head who is it? what do they want?

My body goes into panic mode.

I shouldn't have gone out

I look around to see if there's any place I could lose them,

I think i've found my escape when I'm suddenly tackled to the ground causing me to scream at the sudden contact

God damn, did they need to tackle me like I'm their opposing teams quarterback?

"Get off me," I plead, trying to get free.

no answer

"I SAID GET OFF ME!" I yell, hoping someone, anyone, would help me. Fighting back as best I can.

Whoever is on top of me is fucking heavy.

"Oh, come on now buttercup, stop fighting me" he chuckles. I recognize that voice, but without a face to put the voice to I'm struggling to place it

Why can't I be one of those people who are really good at recognizing voices?
Not the time Persephone

"P-Please get off me," I plead once more as tears start to escape my eyes realizing I can't get out of his hold

Fucking pathetic

Suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair he slams my head into the ground, a throbbing pain erupts on my forehead

I feel the weight lifted off me, I turn around as quick as I can trying to put as much space between us

My vision is blurry I rub my eyes giving them a couple seconds to adjust to the person towering over me

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