beginnings

Present Day

Lightning struck a few hundred yards from where she stood, yet she didn't flinch. Nothing in this world was left to surprise her.

Evening snuck up on the world tonight; the darkness of the storm swallowed the skies before the sunset had his say. Soft grey ghosts of fog floated like soldiers across a battlefield at dawn, and small bullets of rain soon followed. As she opened up her umbrella it began to pour, and her delight at nature's chaos was barely hidden.

So appropriate, she thought. Tonight would be the night that she would show the world.

The Beginning

"REEEGAN!" her mother shouted across the three yards that separated her from her prison.
Resigned to leaving him for the night, she dawdled as long as possible until another shrill scream reverberated off the neighbor's houses. "Time to go," she sighed.

She was as in love with him as a fifteen year old girl could be. Conor was beautiful in his own way - long brown hair, hazel Irish eyes that changed color with his moods, and lips plumper than cherries in June. So kissable, those lips... forbidden thoughts for a young catholic girl. She said a few Hail Marys as the familiar guilt took over, and the gravel crunched under her feet on her short walk home.

I'm going to need a whole lot more than prayers to get me through this, she thought. She tugged down the hem of her shorts and smoothed her hair in preparation for what was to come. Absentmindedly she rested a hand on her belly and hopped the fence. Show time.