This would be the somewhat Prologue of my new story. It's not exactly a Prologue because it introduces very little of the story and is actually part of a later chapter - a much later chapter, may I add - but I felt it was a great opener and much more of an attention grabber than the first chapter I'm writing.

I hope that this story will get me some sort of credibility for my writing because, quite simply, it's my baby. I've written chapters of this all over the place and I have quotes and quips lying all over my bedroom, some of which my mother has read and been quite upset about.

And so, all I ask of you is that you read this first chapter, The Prologue, and enjoy yourself so much that you review and/or return to read the next chapter.

Thank you.


It felt like I was the leading lady in the latest horror movie as every face turned to stare at me, every pair of eyes boring into my skin to the point where I could feel them trying to pry into my brain, to work out what I was thinking. I had been almost certain that they would have been happy to see me - maybe it was sheer craziness but I thought at least Shawn would have enjoyed my being here - but no. Everyone of them wore that same expression - it was tight lipped, no friendly smiles or even angry frowns and their eyes seemed almost blank, expressionless. This wasn't the group of friends I had left just the day before.

There was something about their faces that I just couldn't understand, because each and everyone of them looked utterly betrayed. I won't deny the fact that I was stupid enough to wonder who had betrayed us but almost instantaneously, I knew that there was no 'us' anymore and that they clearly thought that I had been the one perpetrating the betrayal. "Shawn?" I asked, begging him. Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to believe them. It was his idea from the beginning - I had been the one resisting. He had forced me into doing this and yet now I was the bad guy. I half expected him to hold out his arms, to tell the rest of them that they were being stupid and that I wasn't like that, that I hadn't betrayed them. That I hadn't changed. But he didn't.

Instead, he turned away from me, disgusted. The purplish bruise on his right cheek from where Hunter had hit him was unbelievably prominent against his greyish skin - he had been losing a lot of sleep since before all of this had even happened and it seemed to be taking his toll on him. "You don't really think…" I hated myself for saying those words. Of course they thought that. They thought that I had changed, that I was enjoying my roll. That I was happy in doing what I did. "You can't honestly believe…" I started again but the words trailed off.

While they were the ones acting hurt and angry, I was truly the one who had been betrayed. And by my own best friends. "What do you want us to think, Lita?" Trish spoke. Her words were quiet and I think that's what hurt most. She didn't yell or shout like I was sure the others would have and she sounded genuinely hurt by what had happened - or what hadn't happened to be more precise. "You watched Rob being taken away on a stretcher and you didn't even think twice or check on him. You could have been discreet about it. But you didn't. You were too pre-occupied with…"

This time it was her words that trailed off. I knew who she was thinking about, but I also knew how absurd her thoughts were. "You wanted me to blow my cover because Rob took a blow to the head?" I couldn't believe what she was asking of me - each and every one of them, Trish and Shawn especially had stressed how important it was that I never blow my cover and yet here they were, condemning me for following the rules. "He's a big boy, Trish. He can handle a drop kick or two."

"He hit his head off of the security barricade, Li," Chris spoke and I was glad it was him who did. Chris was the calm one. Although he was a man of few words, he had a solution for everything and I was hoping, praying, that he would see my side of things. I was foolish enough to think that he had, when I looked into his eyes. All I saw in return was a cold pair of blue eyes staring straight through me. "He's in hospital but thanks for checking, you know? It's been three hours since he was taken away. And where have you been?"

"I was…"

"You were with them, Lita," Why did Christian have to open his mouth? Everything he ever said to me was condemning and patronising and I really didn't have to hear it at this particular minute. "You stayed with them, to check on lover boy while Rob was in ICU. I'm sure he'll be happy about that one. But you don't care about him being happy do you?" How was I supposed to answer that? Rob was a long-term friend and his happiness was obviously important to me. "All you care about is them."

"You're one of them now, Lita," Trish spoke, placing both hands on my chest and pushing backwards. Back out the way I had come in. "You're one of them now and we don't want you here." And before I knew it, the door was closed.
I don't remember much of what happened that night, but I woke up in my own hotel room, curled up at the bottom of the bed. I'll never be sure as to how I got there or what I did on the way, but I knew that it was Trish's words that had put me into this catatonic state.

Was I really just like them? I had always hated them, for everything they did and everything they stood for. I had always seen them as scum. But if they were that bad - why did they never let any harm come to me? Probably because - I didn't let myself finish that thought because there was a sharp pain in my chest, as though someone were trying to rip me apart from inside. I got that a lot lately, every time he crept into my thoughts. Crept. That was a good word for what he did because I certainly didn't want to think about him. Not about him. Or his stupid friends. Or that stupid kiss.

I was not going to accept this. I was not like Evolution.