I know I should be working on other stories, but I had this idea and it won't go away. So, like it says in the summary, this is the prologue. I have decided to write the thing in full before posting it so there aren't any massive gaps between updates. So, enjoy, and tell me what you think and whether you want me to post the rest.
I was sitting in my room, crying into my pillow, trying to figure out why I was the one with a life like this. Why I was the eldest. Why things went wrong for me. I was still shaking from the beating I had just received from my father as my phone went off, and I picked it up to find the text I never wanted to see:
'You have a client.'
Why? Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Everything had seemed to go wrong in my life, starting off with the death of my mother, progressing into worse and worse problems until sometimes I wondered if there was a point anymore.
And then I'd remember: yes, there is a point. My brothers. They were what kept me going, their childish innocence brightening my day, reminding me that I did what I did so they could be happy. I would never let a soul touch them, not once. I would do anything to help them.
That's what I kept in mind as I slipped out the door to go to work.
So there you go? Should I keep writing? Let me know in the reviews. If enough people like this, I'll carry on writing and I should start to post in a couple of months.
Randomguest xxx