Unforgiven: What would you do if you knew everyone's secret? The one you love has committed the darkest sin. Your family has abandoned you. You're alone and cynical. You can't trust anybody. What would you do then?

Ruth is a 15 year old girl. She lives at a dark mansion, and she knows nothing about her parents. All there is to accompany her is a 20 year old man named Antonio. But that's not exactly the type of company she was looking for. Ruth is a 5'6 brunette, who used to have fun. But ever since Antonio has been bonded with her, she's become antisocial. Whenever Antonio wishes, Ruth sees the deepest, most hideous secret of a person she's met. One day, Ruth thought she had finally found a man worth loving. However, that was something Antonio couldn't allow. The procedure was as usual, but the secret this time was something Ruth couldn't comprehend. It was a secret that might answer all the questions she's ever had about her past. However, Ruth didn't know if she wanted to reveal her horrid past if it was something that would traumatize her forever.

Chapter 1

"Oopf."

"O-oh, I'm sorry!"

A smile. "Are you alright?"

Now, it's not like I've never talked to a guy before. I have tons of friends that are guys. I've even had a handful of boyfriends already. But nothing like that mattered. Everything in my mind blanked when he smiled. No, before that. The second I saw his face. I held my breath. His face was something you would expect in Hollywood, not in a simple city like Markham. His sharp but subtle cheekbones. His smooth, soft skin. But his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Stare and be stunned. His overwhelming, hazel eyes hold such intensity; you can never break your gaze. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I quickly shut it. I feel my face heat up. My heart's pounding out of my chest. I'm desperate for words now. Something that can describe how I feel, but I can't. I can't even think. I open my mouth and surprise myself. "Y-y-yes." I blink. Again. I look away, embarrassed, shocked. I don't have time to sort out my thoughts before he captures me, again.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I look back. I could only look at his lips; I didn't dare look above. But even that was a bit overwhelming. Soft and the perfect shade of pink. It matched his flawless skin. It looked smooth. Inviting. I leaned in, slowly. My face got hotter, heart literally stopped. I knew he noticed. His smile grew, almost tauntingly, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"No," I blurted out, a soft moan. I hesitate, pause. I quickly feel his hands on my shoulders, and mine on his. Face inches apart. I retreat, awkwardly. His hands leave my shoulders, and return to his sides. I cautiously look up, but his eyes have changed. The hazel eyes that seized me with one glance looked playful; amused. I felt my body relax, but face still warm. Then I remembered. My eyes widen, body suddenly rigid. He looks surprised. His eyes turn from playful to worried. My heart stops, blush returning. My eyes soften, as he returns my gaze.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" His velvet, smooth voice escapes through his haunting lips. Anyone can tell his feelings are genuine. My eyes swell. I feel a bead roll down my cheek. His expression is troubled, as he takes his left hand and wipes it away. "Please tell me." His hand reaches down and holds mine, his warmth transferring to my icy stiff hands. His right hand cups my face. I subconsciously lean in, addicted to the feeling of comfort and security. The feeling of being wanted. Another drop down my cheek. This time, I wipe it away. I close my eyes, and slowly, a smile rises.

"Thank you." I whisper, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. My mind suddenly wanders, and enters reality. My smile fades as my left hand reaches up and takes his hand off my cheek. The feeling of losing the one source of warmth is overwhelming. After a few seconds, I've become addicted. I step back, hands still holding his. I open my eyes, and try my best to plaster on a smile. Hands cold, cheeks warm, eyes watery, I speak with an unsteady voice, "Goodbye." I turn to run, back to the place I belong. My feet stop at three steps. I clench my heart. I need his name. I need to at least know who he is. My brain disagrees, telling me to ignore my heart. That this isn't a good idea. I open my mouth, but after a second, I close it. This is for the best. My heart's wavering, and I know it's time to leave. An icy draft passes by. My breath deepens. I clench my teeth, and slowly, my feet bring me home. At first a crawl, speeding up to a dash. Tears running down my face, I don't bother to hide my face. He doesn't say anything. It's silent behind me.

A cold breeze rushes by as I return to my destination.

I take deathly slow strides up the steps, as I steady my voice. A deep breath and a silently loud creak.

"I'm home."

Thanks for reading the first chapter of my new story, Unforgiven. This chapter was fairly short, but I assure you, as the story progresses, so does the drama.

I worked really hard on this, so please review! And while you're at it, if you see any mistakes, or anything you feel you should mention to me, please do. :)