PROLOGUE

My mama and I were walking in the busy street in London. Everything was beautiful, the buildings were so tall; it filled the streets with people wearing different styles but what really caught my eye was the women. The women wore such short skirts and dresses; I wondered why they did so. I have also wondered why I didn't have the same features as my mama.

Mama is a pretty lady, and I want to look like her but I didn't. I looked more like papa. My mother had long brown hair and dark sea-blue eyes and my papa had black hair with light green eyes, like the color of light grass. I had my papa's black hair and gifted with my mama's sea-blue eyes. I felt lucky to have the same eyes as my mama because it made me feel pretty.

Once we got our food from the store we headed back home. I didn't like my home; it was dark because mama said we can't afford lights. I hate the dark, it always scared me but I had to stand up and be a man, for mama.

Sometime later, I was in the living room playing with blocks, broken blocks. All my toys broke, but I still enjoyed playing with them. I knew that my mama didn't have much money, so I never complained about my toys or food. My mother takes me to daycare when she goes to work. The other kids found me annoying and didn't like me playing with them. I have always wanted a best friend, someone who could always help me when I needed it and someone who would play with me every day!

My mama walked into the living room holding a plate with a sandwich on it. The sandwich had white bread with a slice of meat then another white bread on top. It didn't fill me up but like I said before, I couldn't complain. I grabbed my sandwich and took a bite while I felt my mama's hand go through my soft black colored hair; "Make sure you eat it all okay? I want you to grow up big and strong" My mama told me with a smile on her face. I looked at her and nodded in agreement.

That was my goal, to be the strongest man alive. After I finished my meal, my mama took my plate and went to clean it in the sink. Noticing that my mama didn't even eat anything for dinner. I wondered if it was because she wasn't hungry "Time for bed" my mama said while washing the dishes. This made me frown a bit, I hated going to sleep, I hated night time.

My mama came over and picked me up, then walked to my room. She laid me down on the bed "Now, now, Don't give me that look. If you want to grow up strong, get a good rest" she said in her sweet-toned voice.

I finally nodded to her "I understand, I have to get strong to protect mama" I smiled at her and she sure smiled back "That's right" she agreed and kissed my forehead. Then, she got up and walked out of my room. I looked around my dark room holding onto my blanket tightly, I knew if I didn't go to sleep fast then the monster would get me and eat me! I was trying so hard to force myself asleep until I heard a knock on the front door. I could hear it being opened and my mother gasping. I crawled out of my bed and walked out of my room, to see a tall man by the door.

The man with black hair and green eyes, it thrilled me to see my papa; I ran to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back just as tight and rubbed my head. My papa was in jail for something he didn't even do, he was there for a long time. My papa is the nicest person in the world, I never understood why they would lock him up.

(Time Skip: Couple of Months later)

After papa came home, he took me on camping trips, tell me stories about prison, read me awesome bedtime stories, and play with me every day. He was an amazing person and best of all, an amazing papa.

It was now another night, and it was late. Papa took me to bed this time, he didn't read a bedtime story, he looked angry "Papa.. why do you look so mad..? Did I do something wrong..?" I asked curiously. My papa shook his head "No, it's just something between your mama and me" he said as he kissed my forehead and walked out the room. After he did so, a few minutes later I started to hear yelling. There was lots of yelling going on between my mama and papa, I was so worried and scared.

(Time Skip: A Week Later)

It was morning and my mama left for work after cooking me and my papa breakfast. My papa didn't look so good, his eyes were blood-red like he never slept. He looked dirty like he never took a shower. He even stunk terribly with the smell of smoke, beer, and some drug. I knew it was a drug because my mama told me that papa was doing them, but I'm still confused about what they really call it.

My papa stood up and walked over to me "Sky, go to your room right now!" he yelled out of nowhere. He could barely even stand up straight as he yelled at me, I didn't ignore him though. I was sensitive and hated being yelled at so I quickly ran off to my room with teary eyes. I didn't know why Papa was being so mean to me and mama. Mama said papa was doing drugs to feel better, but he didn't look better nor was he even nice.

Later in the afternoon, I was playing with my broken toys again. I played a bunch of games all by myself, mama said I had a good imagination. My papa suddenly barged into the room holding up his beer bottle "Damnit Sky! Where did you put my beer!?" He yelled, but all I did was back away from him "I.. I don't have a beer... I never touched one before.." I mumbled quietly, feeling a bit scarred from the way he was holding the bottle like he would throw it at me at any moment. I could tell he was angry by the look he gave me "You're just like you're screwed up mother, always telling lies! I'm not messing with you Sky, give me my fucking beer!" He yelled a lot louder than before.

I could feel my face become wet with tears and I was shaking a lot, I was so confused about what he was talking about and I didn't have an answer for him. He threw the bottle at me but because he was drunk, his aim was off and hit the wall behind me. I covered my head and put my face in my knees to cover myself from the glass. I just wanted mama to come home and protect me from the monster in my room. My papa walked over to me and grabbed me by the shirt pulling me closer to his face.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth because his breath stunk so bad. He frowns and uncovers my mouth "Stop being such a bitch about everything. You're a boy, not a girl so act like it. Boys don't cry, only girls do. No son of mine will act like a girl" he stated as pushed me away from him "Next time I'll aim for your head if I catch you crying again" he said as he left my room. Just by hearing him say that, I started to cry, but I covered my mouth tightly and ran to my bed burying my face in my pillow so no tear will shed. I was afraid that if he heard me crying again, he will hurt me next time.

Not long after, night came and my mama finally came home. I quickly started to put up my toys so I could see mama but while I did that. I heard screaming once again but this time, things were being broken. I walked over to my bedroom door and opened it looking down the hall but saw nothing. I heard yelling and screaming again and more things breaking. I ran out of my bedroom and down the hall to see glass everywhere, the living room looked trashy. I turn my head to see my mama *****. My papa was grabbing her chest and touching her in other places. It covered my mama in cuts from the glass.

I covered my eyes with my hands, not wanting to see mama the way she was "Stop! Please stop papa! Your hurting mama!" I yelled out "Come here Sky and help me with your mother," Papa said. I shook my head and slowly uncovered my eyes, glaring at the monster "... No never.." I sounded like I meant it and I didn't flinch one bit. My papa pulled a knife out of his pocket and let's go of my mama then came towards me "I dare you to say that shit again" he grabbed my wrist tightly and put the knife close to under my chin. I started to tear up and my body was shaking. I never thought papa would pull a knife out on me; "..I.. I.." I couldn't get my words out from the tears falling out of my eyes.

My mama grabbed my papa by his hair and pulled him away from me "Don't you touch my son!" She yelled at him and then looked at me "Run!" As she said that, I heard a police car pulling up. I ran to my room and opened my window, crawling out. I started to run towards the forest and when I glanced behind me, papa was running to me. I ran as fast as I could, I ran deeper into the forest. My shirt and skin were getting cut up from the branches and sticks as I ran past the trees. I tripped over some big sticks and fell down a steep hill. It covered me in mud, dirt, leaves, and it ripped my outfit. There was blood coming down my shirt from the cuts I got but I didn't care. I was so afraid and focused on running, it was like pain didn't exist.

I got up, limping but kept walking, I determined to lose my papa forever. 20mins later, I saw a big house up ahead. I did my best to run to the house and once I got there, there was a huge gate. The design looked so old, and it looked like it hasn't opened in years. They covered it with vines and dead flowers. I crawled through the gate by using a small hole, table for me to fit through. Inside the gate was a yard leading to the door of the mansion. It was beautiful; it looked like it has been cared for recently.

I looked up ahead to see a well-dressed boy holding a small, white lace umbrella over his head. He was walking out of the building. He walked up to me and tilted his head lightly, adjusting his golden glasses that tilted slightly to his left because of his small nose. His clothing was very fashionable, a white blouse with a lot of frills paired with an ivory waistcoat and in the top of that a white coat with small golden details, a pair of white slacks paired with the outfit and completed with a pair of knee-length tie up boots. "G-Good afternoon, sir..." The boy said shyly and bowed deeply, still holding the umbrella with his left hand.

Both of his hands covered in ivory silk gloves and he held out one of them, offering his hand to me "May I ask your name, sir..?" his voice was quiet and shy, stuttering lightly now and then but nothing too much. His outfit isn't what got my attention though, it was his beautiful ruby red eyes, ones that shine so bright in the darkness.

They were amazing and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I took the boys hand "My name is Sky! What's your name?" I asked then looked down to see my dirty bloody hands touching the boy's nice gloves. I quickly pulled my hand away "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get your gloves dirty!"

The boy chuckled lightly; he looked older than me but his chuckle was so adorable. "It is all right sir, I have more where that came from. My name is Vincent Clarisse Von Gillérion" He spoke in a tone that made him seem very fancy. He bowed slightly and looked me up and down "You don't look so well" He frowns lightly but looks back up at me with those innocent red ruby eyes "I can take good care of your Sky. I have a bath and someone could take care of your wounds" he smiled softly. I nodded at him happily "I would love that! I really don't have anywhere else to go" I told him while looking down slightly. The boy smiled, thrilled at my decision to stay.

END Of THE PROLOGUE

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