Prologue
Betrayal is not something that I ever thought I would do. I never thought I would betray them or anyone in general. I most definitely never thought I would betray him. And yet I am faced with a choice.
Follow the old adage "Family First" is the crux of my choice. Immediately, one can assume the choice is clear, yet it is what I ask next which determines my true destiny. Which family comes first?
This last year has taught me more than I ever thought I could learn in a year. My thoughts and morals have been turned on its axis and I am forever changed. Love, faithfulness, family, compassion, joy, protection, and growth are all things I have learned as I have entered womanhood. Yet, I have learned of lies, drugs, prison, deceit, ruthlessness, death, dominance, and betrayal.
As I glance at his sleeping form next to me, I see his cherubic face filled with an innocence rarely seen anymore and I feel a steep depth of protectiveness swell within me. My decision is made. I know which family to betray. I know that my choice will end in death and despair. I know that I am forever choosing my side. Once this choice is made it can never be undone.
I place a kiss on his forehead and pray that he can forgive me one day for what I am about to take from him. I get up and step into the bathroom. I pick up my phone and turn on the sink facet. The phone rings.
"Hello," he says confusedly as I normally wait for him to call me.
"I need to tell you something…"