A/N: I want to dedicate this fiction to my very close friend 'Christine Bjork Sheraine Manuel' who IS truly madly deeply in love with a certain HunterXHunter character and that is none other than Killua Zoldyck. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE! And this fiction is for you. I hope that you will like this. Don't get mad if I torture you too … Love you friend.
PROLOGUE
A 12-year old girl named Christine, was awaken rudely when she heard a loud 'thump' from the outside of her room. She stood up tiredly. Even though she was still inside of her room, she already knew what was the commotion outside. Surely, her parents were having another argument of theirs.
When she heard another 'thump' she immediately went outside of her room. She couldn't see her parents but she could make out their voices.
"HOW DARE YOU! YOU EVEN BROUGHT YOUR WOMAN HERE IN MY HOUSE! YOU BASTARD!" shouted her mom.
"SHUT UP! We've already talked about this, right? We don't love each other and you know that! You bitch!" her dad shouted back.
The poor girl tightened her grip on the door frame. Her parents' arguments always lead on that topic. The topic that always made her confused. Was being married means loving each other, right?
Later on, she heard the loud sound of their front door being closed. She was her mother ascending on the stair with an angry expression on her face.
"Mommy!" she called out to her mom.
Her mom looked at her with the same expression. "Go to bed Christine, your shameless father went out again and I hope that he will never come back again. And as for you, when you grow up, don't ever marry a man like your father," her mother said coldly then went inside in its own room. Since she reached the age of awareness, she learned that her parents were sleeping in separate rooms.
She couldn't utter a word from what her mother had said. Whenever she tried to speak with her dad all he had said to her was 'If you grow up, don't be a bitchy woman like your mom!'.
She closed her door again and went to her bed. Even couldn't help herself but she was hurt about the way her mother treated her—coldly and a great amount of loathe. But she kept convincing herself that her mom was only like that to her was because of her father. But, ever since she was born, her mother treated her already like that. Sometimes she had an urge to ask her mom if she was only adopted, but no—the answer was obvious, she really looked the same as her mom. They could resemble as twins. Maybe, her mom didn't really love her.
As for her dad, he wasn't always on their mansion. If her mom barely talked to her, her dad was worse. Everytime, he went home, he was always with a different woman, then they will locked themselves inside his father's room.
Ever since she was a child her only companion in everything was her nanny, and her classmates always bullied her about that saying that her parents' don't love her and she was a loner. And it always made her cry.
But she didn't have anyone to share those feelings with. Her parents were always busy—or rather, they didn't have a time for her.
Honestly, the three of them weren't look like a family; they were like strangers living in the same roof. And her, even she still had parents, she felt like she was an orphan
Why not? Her mother didn't even know when was her first period of menstruation. When she saw a blood on her skirt, she cried. But she couldn't tell her mom about that because her mom was drunk. And her dad, truth as to be told… she didn't know what was the purpose of her dad in her life. All she knew, he was the one who gave her allowance everyday in school.
She stared at the ceiling. Before, every time her parents were having an argument, and the times when she needed them but they weren't there, it made her cry. But now, it surprised her that she wasn't even crying. But she could still feel the pain in her heart. She thought to herself that starting from now, she vowed to herself that no one would ever make her cry ever again.