It was the perfect night. The moon full with the stars gleaming bright the wind playing on your skin.This was relaxing she thought to herself. Not only did she have to hear the screaming and crying, but she got to finally let her real self come out. She loved the night, how it felt, smelt, how it captivated her mind heart and soul. Her name was Elena, just becoming the age of 21 and not enjoying the perks. Finding her in the same situation over and over again. Elena was beautiful, coming from Ireland. Long red hair that curls slightly, with the curves that most women would kill to have. With ice green eyes, that could stop someone dead in their tracks. Men that is.

Most people would just give up with life except her. This was the second time that her mother had caught her husband cheating on her. Again she spends the week from college helping piece back her mother's life. Never really picking up her own, it was 2 years ago when she broke up with Clayton. When her world completely crashed and burned. Pretty much closing off all contact with the outside world and turning in her own mind to be set free.

No one could believe that the engagement was broken. They were soul mates, destined for one another till the end of time. Elena laughed to her self as she remembered those words. I did love that man, she thought to herself.

She was supposed to be at work by now. Hitting her steering wheel again as the fucking traffic didn't budge. God must hate me or something. Not being a religious person growing up but hey, who else was she going to blame. With the frustrating traffic she heard her cell phone ringing.

"Hello", she said hastily. "Where the hell are you, the boss is starting to wonder," Vicky said. Vicky was 34 and had been working at the bookstore for years. Elena was always fond of Vicky, Vicky took her under her wing on many occasions when Elena came in a mess. Vicky had always been a mother to Elena, since her own mother was just always a mess.

Elena didn't have many 'friends' because of her attitude. She would always be extremely critical and honest with everyone. But Clayton had loved that about her. She blushed at that thought of him, she still missed him, still wanted to be apart of what they had together. Never living that day down, she thought to herself.

She had never been so beautiful she thought. As she did the last little things before going joining her dad to walk her down the isle. Having butterflies she thought was normal, but not theses. Running to the bathroom, that is when she heard a banging in the closet. In her curious natural she opened the door. There was Clayton and her only best friend in the heat of the moment.

It was all a big blur of anger after that. Storming in the church to tell every that Clayton was a fucking bastard, and only thinks with his dick. As Clayton walked in with her best friend Trish, of course hand in hand. The whole family was disgusted, till this day Clayton's mother won't talk to him.

Serves him right the bastard.

So this is the start, I hope you have enjoyed it. I am working on the second chapter as we speak!

Morgan