Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to Disney.
Meredith Moors glared outside the window at the neighbors, she had never liked them and probably never would since they fought constantly and caused nothing but drama. Sighing she turned away from the window and back toward her best friend who sat at the table.
"You know I heard the neighborhood kids talking today….they came up with a new reason you walk with that cane." He stated, causing her to roll her eyes.
"What is it this time Diaval? Honestly….those crazy brats will say anything these days." She stated with a snort as she sat down across from him.
"That you're a witch. They also are calling you Maleficent." Diaval replied, running his hand through the sleek, raven locks of his hair as he watched the woman laugh at the other side of the table.
"It amuses me that they even know what Maleficent means….Let them talk." She retorted, her emerald eyes sparkling slightly in amusement.
Diaval sighed at this and got up from his seat while checking his watch.
"I have to be at work by nine thirty and its eight now so I better hurry." He stated with a smile before leaving. Once he was outside he sighed and shook his head. Why did everyone have to be so judgmental of Maleficent? He wondered as he got into the old beat up truck that was parked in her driveway.
Meanwhile Maleficent sat at the table, her full attention on the cup of coffee that sat in front of her. However suddenly a familiar voice rifted through the opened window saying
"I don't have all day you little brat!"
Maleficent knew that voice and she stood at a distance to glare out the window only to freeze at what she saw because there less than two foot away from her was Stephen Kings; her childhood sweetheart.
Phantom pain cut through her body as she recalled the night that he had taken advantage of her. The drugs in the drink had made her so drowsy that she wavered in and out of consciousness as he repeatedly took advantage of her. However the worst part was far from that. The nastiest part was the reason she was on the blasted cane to begin with.
He had beaten her that night and had fractured her back somehow in the struggle as she attempted to fend him off in her drunken stupor. Now it hurt to stand straight…Now people whispered. But worse of all she couldn't trust anyone.
Not even Diaval. Sweet, cocky, kind, trustworthy. He was everything Stephen was not. However anyone besides her foster father Belshazzar could not even touch her without her cringing away.
Shaking away her thoughts she headed toward the bathroom and started the shower; waiting until the water was warm before stepping under the spray. The hot water slowly beating the pain away from her stiff back.
'I hope that bastard don't move in with those idiots…I would rather not see his ugly face every day.'
She thought bitterly as she tried to force her mind off of him.