Short Prologue

This story is going to be about two children, and other people. Enjoy! 

Prologue

NOVEMBER 20, 1999

Peter FordField was a teacher at St. Veronica's Montessori. A well respected art teacher in the senior high schoolers section.

 One day he was moved to the junior high section and found 13 year old Lillian Rosette, she reminded him and looked almost too similar to his childhood friend Phoebe. Since his best friend is married and he still loves her.. He projected his obsession for her to Lillian. Stalking, following her, picturing her, until he was caught by her boyfriend Damian Hall, he was fired of course. Unfortunately this only enraged him, and his pedophilic lust bursts out like a volcano, exploding emotions flowing like lava, his lust burning like magma, he wrote a note to her, pretending to be her lover, she naively went there and felt cold hands touch her, her screams were muffled by his forceful kisses, staring at his eyes was like looking into an abyss of no remorse.. He dragged her to the car and kidnapped her.. And that's how their firstborn was made. 

APRIL 10, 2009/2013

Lillian was pregnant with another child, for ten years it was hell on earth after living with Peter. Fred was her first born and had so many mental problems, he was hard to handle and often dropped things by accident like a Jinx, after that, her second child, Dahlia was born.. Ever since she was kidnapped, the shame she felt by baring his children, she snapped, she saw Fred and Dahlia as a way to cope with everything.. Lashing out and 

Insulting them, she saw them as devil spawns, jinxes, treating Fred like her doll, husband, punching bag, dog, her scapegoat. While Dahlia was neglected, she was often locked in a room, starving; Lillian would often smoke in her face and use her cigar to burn her thighs. Dahlia reminded her of her innocence. And she envied her. Fred reminded her of Peter who took it away, his strawberry blonde locks, his pink eyes and how it gleams in the dark, his rosy cheeks. EVERYTHING and she hated him. Fred and Dahlia were the result of her problems. Dahlia was very close to her older brother and often comforted his troubled mind, while Fred was her caretaker, brother, father, mother, and friend.

Their Father, Peter. Was worse.. At night he would bang on the door of Dahlia and Fred, he's the reason why they tiptoe around the house, because if he heard you, it's over. Often he'd succeed in taking off the clothes of the children, and dragging at least one of them to the bedroom, mostly it was Fred, although Dahlia was his favorite. Fred would often protect Dahlia, he'd lock her inside a closet so that his father can't reach her, he'd often get beaten up for her in the process, he'd tie his own son to the bed and whip him until he's dry, then, he'd nicknamed his son during these "activities" calling him Lilly and reliving the days when she was younger.

Four years later, Lillian snapped completely, she grabbed a pillow and slowly walked up the stairs.. Creaking with each step, she slowly opened the door.. Peter saw her, but had a blurry vision due to his alcoholism, her shadowy silhouette looming over the door, she approached him and pushed a pillow on his face as hard as she could, suffocating and drunk, he blindly smashed the alcohol bottle and stabbed one of the shards in her arm, thrusting it in so that it's skin deep into her veins, her anger, frustration, fear, despair, and a life of misery made her look past the physical pain in her arms, and continued her assault. Peter's arms were going from desperate punching, stabbing and scratching to weak but desperate flailing.. He was losing his breath and she could see that, as he continued to fight back his satisfying whimpers and fear could be heard, and then, the lack of oxygen finally took a toll on him and his arms stopped moving.. Dropping completely still. 

Next was the children—before she could even think about it, she felt a cold feeling in her stomach, something sharp enhances inside her stomach.. Was inside her.. It was pulled out as slowly as possible so that she could feel every inch of it, then..she fell on the cold hard ground and saw her own blood, the feeling starts to burn a bit, but as her heart raises it began to burn a lot, her breath was fast but shortening, the last thing she saw.. Was her child, Fred. His pink eyes gleaming down at her in the dark like a predator, his hands covered in her own blood, he had an impish grin.”You Jinx… F-Fucking jinx” she spoke, gurgling in her own blood but the boy's smile widened up higher than the Cheshire Cat “I want you to remember this moment before you go to hell with him..”  

He whispers softly, kneeling down to her level, and grabbing her chin, forcefully looking up at him. He leans against her ear and whispers “Because that's how we felt every time you two hurt us.” he grins, watching gleefully as she passes away. The pool of her blood slowly spread and painted his feet. And sirens can be heard in the distance. The police expected to find the missing Lillian Rosette and the perpetrator. But instead they found two dead bodies and children. Due to his mental problems. He was sent to an Asylum, Dahlia’s name was changed legally by her aunt so that she won't face harassment. Her name is now Dolly Rosette. Her brother was renamed to Frederick Rosette.

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