Twisted Truths: The Prologue
Life carries on after death, just as the waters wash away the footprints in the sand, life rolls in and washes away the stinging pain of death and grief, leaving behind only memories of what once was. For the widows of the dead, love can be found again, and the family can learn to deal with the death. The siblings tell each other that their brother or sister lived a full life, regardless of the dates on the tombstone. The children, if young enough, won't even remember their dead parent, and if they do, they eventually move on as well, the tasks of everyday life and growing up overtaking their minds and erasing the grief and suffering.
Of course, there is an exception to every rule, including this one. There are the people who move on far too quickly and the people who never move on at all.
I belong to the later category. My father, Todd Skinner, died when I was still a child and I never truly stopped grieving for him.
I suppose you could have called me a dady's girl, as my father and I were as close as parent and child could be. We used to stay up hours past my bedtime just talking to one another, we probably covered every topic under the stars in those nights.
My mother, however, belongs to the first of the two exceptions, she moved on far faster than anyone else in the family, quickly moving from one boyfriend to the next until she settled on the one, and only, Dana Wilson.
I suppose my resentment for that man may have something to do with the fact that I feel as though he is trying to replace my father and wipe all memory of him from my mind, then again, it might also just be that I tend to go by my gut in these things, and my first impression of that man was not a good one.
Dana works a night shift at the hospital, and my mother, who recently lost her own job at the hospital, works part time at the gorcery store. And even though neither has a high paying career, we somehow ended up with enough money to go out and claim a house Dana had had the deed to for years. I still don't understand how he could afford something as extravagent as he seems to be making this home out to be.
So now, just days after my Teenage birthday, I sit here, in the back of Dana's car, typing away on my laptop as my little sister and mother argue over what Falyn's curfew should be. We are on our way to the new house. I just wish I hadn't had to leave Riverview behind, I had had an amazing bedroom there, complete with my own balcony. Nothing I get here in Sunset Valley is going to be half as amazing. Alas, I guess I'll just have to deal for now, after all, my suspicions with Dana have been getting worse by the day and if nothing else, I want to find out why he was so eager to move to Sunset Valley. He's up to something, I just know it, the question, is what?
- Lacey