By Michellekidwell
1 years ago

ADifferent Kind of Pefecrt Prologue-Chapter One (Coming Soon)

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Prologue:

Two little girls alone in a room, both small for their age. The youngest looks more like a two-year-old than the kindergartner she is. The home they live in is nice. Luxurious even, a home fitting for parents in their parents’ position.

Outside appearances can be deceiving, things are not often what they seem to be. Celeste learned that at an early age.


The youngest Child Emily, falls asleep one night, after her parents give her some milk, but the milk tastes funny, so Celeste dumps it, despite the hunger gnawing at her.


The parents eat in front of the Oldest Child, before hiding the body of the youngest.

You were supposed to die too, the Mother screams! Beating the child, before the Father stops her.

Remember no bruises. He says.

Celeste learns then that even silence can be bought, and the very system that is supposed to protect you can fail you, especially when your parents have power and money.









Chapter One:

Secrets have a way of catching up with you, even secrets from childhood, secrets you knew if you told, you'd be the next one buried in the woods, behind your house, that big, beautiful, terrifying house, full of secrets.


At seven I knew when to pretend, and when we had visitors, or something public, my Mother and Father would turn into something they weren’t loving parents. We had a house full of expensive clothes, and toys, but sometimes when no one was around, I'd be forced to watch them eat, while I was left to fend for myself.


I learned to hide the bruises too, and if someone did happen to see them, I'd have ready-made excuses. I fell, riding my bike, but all the excuses in the world did not ease my conscious. Emily was dead, they had drugged her, murdered her, and they had tried to do the same to me.


When the pretty white dresses, with the blue sashes, and ruffles came out though, I knew for a short time I would be safe. We would be play-acting like they did in those television shows, all the shows I loved, shows Emily and I used to watch together before she died, all the times they had left us alone, strange that it was those times we felt safe.


My parents played the role of grieving parents well, their youngest disappeared, and they had no idea where, but their heart was broken. They put on a good act, but I knew it was only that an act, they were playing a part. The reality was so much darker.



My parents were murders. They had murdered Emily, they were child murders. They had murdered a little girl, their little girl, an innocent little girl. My Little Sister was dead, because of them, and somehow, I felt guilty. I should have protected Emily better.



Cover art done by my friend and amazing cover designer Ruthie Derby...

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soncee 👍
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Violeta Nice
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Smokey2017 Omg Michelle that needs to be published why don't you self publish it ❤️❤️❤️
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Michellekidwell @Smokey2017 it will be after some final polishing!
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Smokey2017 That is excellent @michelle
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