-Prolouge-
"I promise I'll come for you...I promise you Claire-Bell...I promise!!!!" a tiny blond-haired boy yelled as the carriage pulled out of sight. As she rounded the corner and down the road to her doom, the girl inside the carriage closed her eyes and wished that she could turn everything around...she would give anything to return things the way they were before her mother died.
-Part I- **10 years later**
Claire Robins stared out of the carriage and into the rain.
"Stop smirking, smile and sit up straight Claire...i'm counting on you" her father stated. Claire rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window. Seconds later she felt a sharp pain across the back of her neck. Her father swung his cane up under her chin, forcing her to brace herself.
"I said sit up...need I remind you that you're relationship with this man may very well secure my fortunes" he said, his eyes gleaming. Claire sighed inwardly, taking notice that he said his fortunes and not their fortunes. Ever since her mother had died, leaving Claire and her older brother behind, things had turned for the worse. Their father had left Daniel, her brother, with an orphanage in New York and had taken Claire up North. She was only five years old at the time, but Claire recaleed the past ten years that her father had forced her into dresses and revealing clothes to try and impress business partners. A few minutes after the pain had subsided, the carriage rolled into New York City. *later that night*
Claire laid back on her bed, next to a strange man who was fondling her a bit much for her taste. She tore away from his grasp and started for the door when it opened in front of her. She saw her father and let out a relieved gasp, even though he was harsh to her he never let the men go as far as to sleep with her.
"Don't be so relieved to see me daughter...i'm only coming to see how things are going" he said, smirking coyly. Claire's eyes widened as he backed out of the room with a lock in his hand. The door closed as she let out a strangled cry, seconds later the lock was closed and a tiny opening in the top of the door was slid ajar. "Go on Claire-bell...please the man...he's been waiting all night and I am a man of my word" her father hissed, slamming the tiny door closed and leaving her alone
"I promise I'll come for you...I promise you Claire-Bell...I promise!!!!" a tiny blond-haired boy yelled as the carriage pulled out of sight. As she rounded the corner and down the road to her doom, the girl inside the carriage closed her eyes and wished that she could turn everything around...she would give anything to return things the way they were before her mother died.
-Part I- **10 years later**
Claire Robins stared out of the carriage and into the rain.
"Stop smirking, smile and sit up straight Claire...i'm counting on you" her father stated. Claire rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window. Seconds later she felt a sharp pain across the back of her neck. Her father swung his cane up under her chin, forcing her to brace herself.
"I said sit up...need I remind you that you're relationship with this man may very well secure my fortunes" he said, his eyes gleaming. Claire sighed inwardly, taking notice that he said his fortunes and not their fortunes. Ever since her mother had died, leaving Claire and her older brother behind, things had turned for the worse. Their father had left Daniel, her brother, with an orphanage in New York and had taken Claire up North. She was only five years old at the time, but Claire recaleed the past ten years that her father had forced her into dresses and revealing clothes to try and impress business partners. A few minutes after the pain had subsided, the carriage rolled into New York City. *later that night*
Claire laid back on her bed, next to a strange man who was fondling her a bit much for her taste. She tore away from his grasp and started for the door when it opened in front of her. She saw her father and let out a relieved gasp, even though he was harsh to her he never let the men go as far as to sleep with her.
"Don't be so relieved to see me daughter...i'm only coming to see how things are going" he said, smirking coyly. Claire's eyes widened as he backed out of the room with a lock in his hand. The door closed as she let out a strangled cry, seconds later the lock was closed and a tiny opening in the top of the door was slid ajar. "Go on Claire-bell...please the man...he's been waiting all night and I am a man of my word" her father hissed, slamming the tiny door closed and leaving her alone