Part of Prologue to Book 1 – Lily Part I
Girl in the Dark
The heavily pregnant woman staggered from her house, a sleeping 3-year-old tucked under one arm, a pen and a scrap of paper clenched in the other. After scanning for her car through the freezing rain, she stumbled towards it, her black hair whipping around her in the brutal wind. Behind her, a man snuck back into the shadows, studying her, watching as her struggled to place the child into the car seat and as she lurched into the driver’s seat.
Once situated in the car, the woman shot a look out the window, back at the house, a whirl of emotion in her violet eyes: remorse, relief, fear. It lasted only a second. Hastily, she opened her fist and scribbled fiercely on the scrap of paper, knowing this was her only chance. Knowing she had to get it right.
She stopped writing. This was it. There was no room for mistakes. Reading the words out loud, they flowed with a purpose, yet eloquently, articulately, as though some vital secret was being uttered. The woman finished reading and instantaneously the car filled with a vibrant crimson light, filling her with exulted pleasures she hadn’t known in ages. But it ended all too soon.
The pleasurable feelings dissipated, leaving only the exhaustion and the terror, but she forced such feelings aside. Turning on the car, she slammed on the gas pedal and the car lurched forward, speeding off into the foreboding night.
Escape was a necessity.
Death was a certainty.