Okay, so, hi! Yeah, I know it's really short, but it's just the prologue. And I'll have the next chapter up soon.
But, it's gonna be a Pyro/OC story...eventually. I'm going to start them off with just being friends for now. I don't want to rush into it and make it boring. I'm going to tryto making it interesting and suspenseful. Having said that with my luck, it's probably going to end up boring and predictable. That'll suck. Please review so I'm doing an okay job.
She couldn't believe that just two weeks ago, everything had been just fine. How could something so horrible happen so quickly? It was all her fault. Every single thing. Every word that she could hear her father yelling at her mother, every tear her mother shed, it was all because of her. She had to leave. This thought stuck her hard in the chest, and she released a quiet sob.
Everyone will be happy if she left. But, she didn't want to leave. She loved her family. She couldn't bear to leave them. She couldn't bear to never see her parents again. To never wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking down stairs. Or to be forced to sit through the baseball game her father watched. Or to hear her little brother's giggle and watch him try to catch their puppy.
"Damn it, Nicole!" Her father yelled, and Layla winced. "She's a mutant! A MUTANT!"
"She's your daughter." Her mother answered weakly. Layla could tell her mother was giving in.
"No, she isn't. Not anymore." Her father argued.
She could turn invisible, so what? She was going to destroy the world. Yeah right. Didn't her father remember how she had cried and sobbed when he had tried to show her how to kill the spider that was in the bathtub? How she would make it her responsibility to feed the stray cat that came over looking for scraps everyday? Doesn't his father remember? Remember her?
"Then what do we do, Noah? What do we do?" Her mother asked.
"She can't stay." Her father said. "We have to kick her out of the house. She'll corrupt our child's mind."
"Where's she gonna go?" Her mother asked.
"It doesn't matter. Just as long as she isn't here."
By this time, Layla was already creeping open her door. The hallway was dim, but she could see the light on downstairs. Silently, she crossed the hallway and shrank back into the darkness, hugging the wall. Inching down the hallway, she came up to her little brothers room. Opening the door, she smiled when she saw him silently sleeping away.
Silently, Layla crawled up to him. He shifted before opening his eyes. "Shhhh." Layla warned him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Sissy?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
"It's okay, Morghan." She assured him.
"What's wrong?" He asked her, staring at her face. Layla smiled. He was only six but he was the smartest person Layla had ever met. He could always tell when something was wrong. And he was so serious. Of course, he acted like other little boys, but he was so mature sometimes.
"Nothing, okay? Nothing." She assured him, but it wasn't very convincing, since her voice cracked and fresh tears spilled over her eyes.
"Sissy." He asked worried. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's mine." She assured him. There was loud thumping from the stairs, and Layla could hear her father coming up. She quickly gave Morghan a hug. "I love you."
"What's happening?" He asked, frightened, as he sat up. Layla heard her door slam and more thumping. He was coming.
"Just be good. Okay? I'll be right back." She told him. She sobbed. "I'll miss you."
"Where you going?" He asked, his eyes watering.
"What are you doing in here?" The yell came. Layla had barely noticed her father had thrown the door open. "Get away from him!" He screamed at her.
"Sissy!" Her brother said, worried. "Daddy!"
Layla sobbed and her father marched over to her and grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away, throwing her on the ground by his feet. She sobbed and could hear her little brother screaming at her. Pleading for everyone to stop.
"Get up!" He yelled at her but before she could, he grabbed her arm and yanked her up, pushing her against the doorframe.
"Stop!" She said, weakly, but could barely talk, her eyes filled with tears and her choking on sobs.
He didn't say anything, just gabbed her arm and pushed her down the hallway. She saw her mom emerge from her room, carrying a bag. "Layla." She said.
"Mom." Layla begged. "Please."
"I'm sorry." She said.
"Mom!" She screamed.
"Don't talk to her!" Her father yelled at her and pushed her to the stairs. He started to pull her down them, but she lost her balance near the end and fell down them. She knew better and quickly scrambled up, her father already catching up to her and grabbing her arm again, pulling her towards the door.
"No!" She screamed as he opened it. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried. Her father pushed her outside and into the yard. "Dad! Please!"
"Shut up." He pushed her into the street. "Don't you ever come back here again!" He yelled at her. "Don't ever talk to my son again. If I ever see you again..." He trailed off. She could see his face growing red from anger. "You don't belong here!" He finally yelled. He turned around and stormed up back to the house.
Hope wormed itself inside of her when she saw her mother emerge. But she was holding Layla's bag. "Mom." Layla sobbed. "Please."
Her mother just walked up to her with a blank expression. She tossed her backpack at her. "You heard Noah." She just said.
"Mom!" Layla screamed, but she knew it was useless. Her mother just turned around and walked back inside, leaving poor little Layla, alone and cold in the street.