Hey guys! I am a bit busy, and kind of getting back in the groove when I can. I decided, hey, why not make an oldrival story? So, I told my friend about it and she was like, why not try your hand at lemons? So I was surprised but agreed. OLDRIVAL. NOT CONFLICTING.
Blue is the girl, Green is the boy. Blue is 17, and Green is 19. Please don't go telling me that I have the names mixed up because for this story, they are not.
So, at some point in this story, there will be a lemon! But until then, it will be rated as T. Enjoy!
Third Person's POV
Blue hummed a soft tune as she combed her long, soft, brunette locks in her bedroom. The brush slid through her hair easily, for her hair was in what was considered perfect condition.
This bedroom was the only quite space in the large mansion she and her sisters lived in. Everywhere, her parents fought ferociously, and her sisters constantly bickered. Truth be told, there really wasn't any quiet in this household.
Blue cringed as she heard glass shattering. She assumed that one of the maids had dropped a plate again, got scolded by one of Blue's sisters, then Blue had to go apologize again. It was a forever repeating cycle.
Blue set down her hairbrush on her vanity and opened the door slightly to see what was going on. Most likely, one of her sisters had a tamper tantrum and broke a plate by accident.
But oh no.
She never saw a whining, crying sister.
She never saw a maid being yelled at.
But what she did see was absolutely horrifying.
On the floor, laid her mother, shivering as blood seeped from the top of her head. Blue's mother kept coughing blood as she tried to look up at Blue's father.
But before her mother could say anything, her life slipped from her, washed away with the blood.
Blue's father fell to his knees, crying, almost screaming, wondering why he had hit her. But then, his eyes shot open and he ran off.
The brunette shut the door, panting heavily for she had just witnessed murder. She was sweaty, and bile was forming in the pit of her throat, barely allowing her to speak.
She pondered over if she should look again.
Soon, the opened door again, only to see her father lugging a body shaped bag and a shovel to the backyard.
Blue felt like breaking down and crying. Her mother, one of the most sweetest women in the world, was just beat.
To death.
No more cuddles.
No more terrible relationship advice.
No more Mother's love.
No more.
For Blue's mother was gone.
For her father's selfish reasons.
Her vision quickly became clouded, and her heart hurt much more than her pounding head. She couldn't stop shaking.
Blue sobbed uncontrollably, desperately trying to muffle the sobs emitting deep from her throat.
Why...? Was all that Blue could form into a sentence at the moment, for her brain was so clouded and at the moment only other one sentence came to mind.
Run away, or he'll get you too.
I hope you guys liked the prologue, and I will come up with more in a little! Sayonara!
xX_Shining_Diamond_Xx, signing off.
