A/N: New story!! I haven't even finished one wrestling story, and I'm starting a third! Please review!
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Waterfall
Prologue
In the countryside of Minnesota, where the houses stand miles and miles away, there was a house that looked like any other. It was an average, two-story house. The garage was a bit wider than the house, so the dark gray roof's peak was about as tall as the end of the house's roof, and was a couple meters away. The ledge and gutter to the garage's roof was a large step down from the house's roof, though. Near the corner where the garage jutted out from the house was a large maple tree.
The house belonged to the Reeves family. The two parents were Ellen Reeves, maiden name Kings, and Jacob Reeves. The two had one child of their own, an 11-year old named Daniel. However, Ellen and Jacob had adopted two children, Devon, a 20-year old in the middle of college, and Jade, a 19-year old just starting college. The Reeves family was quite perfect from an outsiders view – caring parents, many friends, but that was just it. Outside they were perfect, never inside.
The bruises and scars over Jade and Daniel were simply said to be from rough housing and several mishaps. Of course, if anyone cared to look deeper, they would easily see that it was a hoax. But no one did. Ellen, with flaming red hair and a temper to match, was quick to yell and scream at them, which sooner than later turned into violence. Jacob, on the other hand, was much worse. Anything out of the ordinary and the two would soon know it in the form of flying fists. Of course, he always found a reason, outrageous or not, to punish Jade and Daniel. But they never hurt Devon. Devon was the smaller version of his adopted father, and was quick to rat on Jade and Daniel. When their parents were gone, he would essentially make them bend at his will, or bleed. When the parents were home, however, he was a ghostly and cruel shadow of a caring brother, 'showing' his siblings the ways of the world.
It was about midnight, though, and all beatings had been laid, and all five of the family had retired to their beds. Except for Jade. She was up, carefully making little noise as she raided her small closet. Jade had silky blond hair that was usually down, framing the creamy skin on her face. With or without make-up, her jade eyes seemed to be the brightest feature of her face. Jade was about average height for her age, and a bit on the skinny side. Her arms were slightly muscled, and her parents let her know it while they taunted her. Jade used to be an emotional, cheerful, and optimistic young girl, until her parents died when an airplane crashed. She was recovering, and becoming more cheerful, until Ellen and Jacob adopted her. Then she became an opposite of what she used to be, stowing herself away in the deep prison of her heart.
Jade slowly flicked through the many clothes she had – the only perk in her life, besides Daniel – and took out some garments, folding them carefully and putting them into a large duffel bag she had with her. Next to the duffel bag was a ratty looking brown knapsack, with notebooks, pencils, her CD player, jacket, some snacks, her wallet, her purse, and a few other items. Jade was slowly packing up her life into the two bags. She glanced around the room, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Jade strode to the dark wood nightstand, easing the drawer open. In there was the only picture she had of her entire family. Granted, it was small, but it was the only picture Jade had, and she treated it with the utmost respect. After the framed picture came a smaller picture of a chocolate lab. Jade stared at the pictures for a second, before setting them together and wrapping them in cellophane so the frame wouldn't break and setting it on the top of her backpack.
Jade lay on the bed face first for a few minutes, trying to calm herself. After she somewhat succeeded, she murmured a quick prayer to protect Daniel from the aftermath, and to ensure a safe escape. Jade swung the knapsack over her shoulders, leaving the duffel on the bed temporarily. She opened the creaky windows slowly, and the usual groans of the tired wood were not heard. Carefully, Jade took out the screens of the two windows and slid them under the bed. Jade grabbed the duffel and carefully tossed it near the maple tree, were a few days ago she and Daniel had laid new mulch. The duffel landed with a quiet thunk! And no noise responded from the house. Jade climbed onto the still of the left window, looking to the right for a plan of escape. To the right and a few meters over was the sloping edge of the garage roof. Jade took a deep breath, and climbed to the top of the right window, hoping it would support her weight. Slowly, she stood up, her legs shaking on the narrow area, and reached for the house's roof. She grabbed a few feet above the gutter. Suddenly the window dropped out from beneath her. Her grip on the tiles of the roof slipped, and her hands slapped empty grips until she was able to dig her fingers under one, which probably dislocated a few of them, but saved her from falling nonetheless. Not hearing the crash of glass against the ground, Jade risked a look at the window. Now it swung crazily, supported by one hinge. Jade scrambled onto the house roof by the sheer strength in her arms. Once there, and with a good grip, she paused for a moment, trying to quiet her skyrocketing heart. She knew she couldn't rest long – soon the last hinge would give out and alert her foster parents to her.
Jade crawled slowly to the edge of the house's roof, judging the jump down onto the garage roof. Not thinking of a plan, she threw herself, hoping to land on the tip of the triangle shaped roof where she could get a grip. However, she smacked against the roof and a few feet below the tip, and rolled helplessly to the end. This time, the gutter saved her. She curled what fingers she could around the mass of dead leaves. However, the gutter couldn't support her weight, and the metal supporting it on the far end snapped. Jade felt herself panic, but looked down quickly. To her relief, there was a sturdy-looking branch not far from her feet. The gutter swayed, and her sneaker nicked the branch. Jade let go, and she slid quickly down the branch, finding no hold, and was quickly deposited on the ground, flat on her back, but on the cushion of the mulch.
Jade swung herself to her feet, wanting to cheer, but knowing that it wasn't over yet. One of her foster parents could come out and find her. Quickly, Jade picked up her duffel bag and sprinted to the cover of the forest. A mile later, she was forced to slow her pace.
She was headed to Minneapolis, and on the search for her uncle. She knew he was contracted in the WWE for something, and new that the show was the next morning, a televised RAW. Jade looked down at the ticket she had managed to get. A crease was starting to form on it from being unfolded and folded so many times. Jade sighed, putting it back in the pocket of her jeans as she finally came upon the city. Her eyelids sagged as she dragged herself to a cheap-looking motel, sleepily checking in and falling straight onto the bed after firmly locking the door.
She finally let herself fall into an untroubled sleep for the first time in a decade.
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Author's Note: I promise the next chapter will have the WWE!! REVIEW!