A/N: Don't kill me for deleting my stories! *dodges thrown plate* Megan… I know that was you! *glare*
Maybe I will eventually re-edit and improve my stories… the thing is… I needed a fresh start… So… yeah…. Say hello to a new evolution of my writing! I will be writing an AU Fanfiction… just to see how it plays out. This time; I won't quit and I will hit that 'complete' button. You have my word as an author! No matter how much writer's block I have to muddle through… I will finish.
NOW! Onto the actual story! I welcome you to my new evolution of fanfics! Please enjoy! …and leave a review? ;)
Lost and Broken
Prologue
Zemira Hayden danced her heart out with her husband. Why you may ask? She did this because she felt it was the only freedom she had left.
She had once loved Vaati, falling for his charm and good looks. She had become infatuated with his amazing smile. The smile that made her weak in the knees. Her once made her laugh, made her happy, truly she had felt she had found the one person she was meant to hold, to love, and to cherish. So, when he got down on one knee, she had said yes. Standing in front of all her friends and family, she had said her vows, giving meaning to each and every word she said. She finally said, 'I do'… but as it turned out…. Those two simple words would break her spirit.
His first order of business: Establish his power over Zemira. How did he do it? It started with him ordering Zemira around like she was nothing more than a slave. Then, like a slave master, beat her whenever she disobeyed a command.
Second order of business: Organize weekly events. He forced Zemira to have a schedule, listing when she would clean, and how she would do it among many other things. She had specific meals and times for each day of the week. He had even scheduled when they would have 'alone time' in which Zemira quickly learned that she could not resist any advances at all, and she had to respond, making it seem pleasant. And once more, whenever Zemira did something 'wrong', she would be beaten.
His final order of business: Take everything she had to increase his fortune, and kill her when his job had been completed.
Zemira had fought for a full year, and on the day of their anniversary, Vaati had succeeded in fully breaking her spirit and body, the only thing he had to do, was steal all of what she was worth in money. She survived that long only from her co-workers, who soon became her best friends. One of her friends, named Impa, happened to be the C.E.O of the company Zemira worked in. The other one was Midna, her secretary, on the same level as Zemira.
Only two months after her 'Happy' anniversary, both women could no longer stand the make-up she had to put all over her face and arms to hide the bruises. They knew the stories, and they decided to act. Vaati was one of those individuals who couldn't be stopped and was completely ruthless. So, they did the natural thing and dug up all the dirt they could find.
Vaati was experienced with spouse abuse as it seemed. He had had two other wives who had died 'on coincidence' leaving Vaati with all of their riches. From this and more, they understood that Zemira was no longer safe, and so, they formulated a plan.
Zemira hoped her overly large purse from Midna was not too gaudy… but it seemed the bag held everything she needed. She just had to excuse herself to the ladies room.
The atmosphere of the party had no effect of distracting Zemira. She danced with this… this… thing that was supposed to be her husband, for only one second longer.
"Excuse me dear, but it appears I must make a trip to the ladies' room" She said meekly, yet calmly.
"Hurry back dearie we wouldn't want these people to think that we don't love one another now would we?" He snarled into Zemira's ear, filling the poor girl with fear.
Zemira grabbed her purse and went out into the hall from the ball room. Honestly, the business parties were seemingly always held in these prestiged hotels, so all businessmen could show off.
Holding no feeling but fear in her head, Zemira made it to the room that Midna had bought for this day. She found her key, and darted inside, locking the door behind her. She found the suit case with her new outfits, and her appearance changing articles.
She first got out of her long dress laying it neatly in the other empty suitcase. She then put on tons of that tanning substitute lotion, darkening her skin. Next, she put on a pair of ripped up black stockings, with a leather mini-skirt. For her top, she wore a punk studded tank, taking out a black leather jacket to put on later. Next, she went into the bathroom, and did something she never thought she would do. First she bleached her chocolaty blonde hair, having it come out to be a soft, golden color. Next, she cut her basic, waist length hair and made it reach just under her chest area, then; she parted some of her hair to the front of her head, and cut it so that she would have bangs. The last step she took before putting on the leather jacket and packing her suitcases was pulling out all of her forged documents, making sure they were all there. And, everything was.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, putting on her jacket and a pair of sunglasses. She admired her work. It took her around thirty minutes to make sure everything was perfect. She then counted the ten thousand dollars Impa and Midna gave her, for the plane tickets, an apartment and starting out to get furniture. Everything had fallen into place. She was so close to freedom.
Once she stepped out of that hotel and faced the Hyrule City airport, Zemira Hayden no longer existed. Zelda Harkinian had taken her place.
