Darkest Before the Dawn
Written by: Hollywood2Brooklyn
Prologue
A/N:
There is adult content and vulgarity in this story. I will try to keep the vulgarity down to a minimum but it's needed. There will be some alcohol consumption and a mention of drug use that will be minimal. I'm straight edge so there will not be any serious drug use.
I will also warn you that this is a dark story but it has a message that must be heard. I wish I could have this story at a rating where everyone could read it but it would limit the ability to give this story true justice.
Well I hope I've hooked you enough to give my little story a try.
I'd also like to take the time to thank Jaypat & LovesWolvesNVamps for helping me expand on my vision. You two have given me advice that has expanded the story beyond to what I thought it could be.
To my lovely Beta-Beauty TheMB - You rock my words to say how I feel but better. You make me sound like I'm a real writer! LOL
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight but not how my twisted little mind came up with this version.
Please review, as I need to know if I'm on the right track.
In a small diner on the outskirts of Augusta, GA, a truck driver stopped in for a quick meal and a cup of joe on his way to deliver his next long distance haul to Atlanta.
The waitress behind the counter looked up and saw a 5'10" man with a scruffy chin, mustache and slightly curly black hair. She looked into his deep chocolate eyes and welcomed him as he stepped up to the counter. She asked him, "What can I do you for?" The truck driver just smiled at the Southern-styled question.
He looked into the most gorgeous crystal blue eyes he'd ever seen, smiled even wider, and asked for a cup of coffee and a menu. She grabbed a clean mug from under the counter and poured a steamy cup of the strongest coffee anyone on this side of Texas had ever had. The scruffy truck driver took a large sip and shook from the bitterly strong drink. The waitress informed him that it was the "Truck Driver's Special," made and served just for their special customers-- the truck drivers who frequented the little diner.
With that brief exchange, a romance started to bloom.
Two days later, the same scruffy truck driver went to the same tiny dinner on the outskirts of Augusta. He walked in hoping to see the blue-eyed beauty, and luck was with him that evening as his eyes rested upon her standing behind the counter, cleaning. He sat down at the counter again and they picked up where they left off.
A mix-up at the depot left the scruffy truck driver stranded near the small diner for a week. Naturally, he went to the diner three times or more a day during that week. The two soon fell in love over many cups of coffee and a dozen slices of cherry pie.
He dazzled her with his stories of living out on the road. The waitress listened wide-eyed with amazement. The driver told the waitress that, though he made a living on the road, he'd like to settle down soon. A buddy of his told him about a possible job out in California and was thinking about putting down roots for once. He grabbed the waitress' hand, looked into her eyes, and told her that he'd like to settle down with her in Hollywood, if she'd go away with him.
The waitress was swept up in the moment. The thought of leaving the little town she lived in, where she shared a run-down house with her abusive mother, to move to a big city for the first time was an offer the waitress couldn't refuse. She'd fallen in love with the mysterious man who was "just passing through". Her head was filled with visions of gold-paved streets in Hollywood where she could rub elbows with the big stars she saw in the movies.
All of this was too much for her to pass. She saw the brass ring and grabbed it, knowing her future was forever changed. So she looked at the short order cook, exclaimed that she quit and was getting out of this one-horse town, and threw her apron at him. She ran around the counter and was swept up into the scruffy man's arms as they kissed the type of kiss only seen in fairytales.
Two years later at a diner on Hollywood Boulevard, two blocks north of Vine Street, the same waitress was cleaning around a drunken homeless person asleep at a table in the corner. She walked over to the table where a bunch of punk rock kids that looked like they were dropping acid left a mess with open bottles of salt, pepper and ketchup poured out on the table. She dug around to find the 2 quarters that was left behind as her tip.
As she walked to the back to put the dirty dishes in the sink, she went into the ladies room and locked the door. Her back pressed against the door as she slid down to the floor, crying. She placed one hand on her round, swollen belly and felt the baby on the inside kick. The other hand she placed over her mouth to help muffle the cries.
Not all fairytales have happy endings; many end in tragedy. One life was in deep despair as, that night, a new life came into the world. Would the same tragic life continue to repeat for the unborn child within? Only time would tell.
This is where my story began…