Before anyone asks, yes I am still continuing on with my other story. This is just a little tidbit to see (based on reviews) whether this story would be interesting. Its a Serena/Darien (duh) and its a work fic. Review if you're interested. Thanks

PROLOGUE

Pain. In the dictionary, pain is defined as 'An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder'. But pain runs a little deeper than that. I learned from a young age not to drink, however I was taught in a non-conventual way. I learnt by seeing my father come home almost every night drunk and beat my mother. When my mother left my father, she left me as well so he had to find a new punching bag and I was the perfect target. I was eight when my father began to abuse me. Hitting me, throwing things at me and whipping me with his belt were his favourite ways of torture. Because of him, I never had a normal childhood. I don't blame my mother for leaving because if had the chance to do it, I would have done the same thing. When I turned 17 I left the house that I refused to call home and the man who had inflicted so much pain upon me. However years later I was still paying for all the abuse. Scars may not show but they never heal. So like I said, the dictionary doesn't know the true meaning of pain.