Prologue

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The hot summer blowing into her open car window wind started to bother her. She was already covered in sweat and flour from her shift at Kings n Queens. She was felt light headed and uneasy. This summer got on her nerve. It was eight in the evening and the heat could still penetrate through the skin. Letting go of her hand from the steering wheel, she got hold of the bottle next to her and swallowed a large chunk of water in one go. Sighing from relief, she sped up the car. She couldn’t be late. It was her sister’s wedding the next day and today was sort if girl/beauty night. Her two friends from school, her sister’s friends, her aunt and her cousins were all gathering. But frankly some part of her wanted to be late. She hated gatherings. She hated being scrutinised by a bunch of people who didn’t know her but behaved like they do. Once glance at her clothing and she knew her mother would be furious. Her mother was the religious mother, who believed in God and miracles. Not like she was an atheist or anything, she was just bit practical. And stepping in a house full of guest with really short denim shorts and a camisole was vulgar from her perspective. Someone had to tell her that it was summer. She quickly covered herself up with a checkered shirt, awkwardly clinging to the steering wheel with one hand, aware that the road was empty. Suddenly from out of nowhere, a gang of boys stepped out. She slammed on the break, causing her car to skid a bit and coming to a fierce halt. She sighed in relief and she saw no one was hurt. But her relief was short lived when she noticed the guys. Something about them, gave her the creeps. “We are going to have a treat tonight boys.” said the bulkier, bald man, maybe the leader of the crew. She gulped hard, terrified. No, this was not happening. Not to her. She turned the key in the ignition car but no use. It stuttered to a haunting silence. She tried and re-tried, her hand now shaking as she saw cruelly laughing guys approaching her. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out the scissor she carried in it. She was a fighter. “Babe, it’s too hot. Take off some clothes.” Another beastly creature said. They were human but still not so human. She gripped the scissor tighter, preparing for strike. They were five and she was alone, chances were depressing and the busy street was still few miles away. She could have called, had her battery not died. In back of her terrified mind she remembered her mother, her always praying, and her always worried for her mother. As the bulky man grabbed her wrist she silently yelled out in help God! Please help me. And gathering all her strength, she stabbed the man with scissors. He yelped in pain and shock, staggering back a bit. Seeing her chance she did what was obvious, she pulled herself out of the car and started running. But before she could even make an arm’s length from her attackers, something hit her head. Probably a stone. She felt the pain at back of her skull, felt dizziness and her vision blurring but above all she felt defeated and miserable. Wishing for death, she succumbed to the pain and fainted. The last thing she remembered was a pair of weird violet eyes stood watching her from a distance.
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