chapter 1 Prologue


    Things didn’t look great, not only did I lose thest piece of my life as I stared down at the


    foreclosure notice on my mothers house. I now had to face the realisation she will probably nevere


    home. Watching someone wither away, knowing they were once full of life, once the biggest influence


    in your life and now they were reduced to skin and bone, bedsores, and a machine breathing for them


    as the life slowly drained out of them, bloody sucked. I thought for sure that would be the hardest day


    of my life when they rang me to tell me there was nothing else they could do for her.


    Yet I still held out hope, held onto the possibility no matter how slim it was that she would return to


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    me, just wake up like nothing happened. Scrunching up the foreclosure notice, I toss it in the bin before


    adjusting the box tucked under my arm. I walked to the trunk of my car dropping my mothers alcohol


    stash in it. I couldn’t leave it in the storage locker. No mmable liquids but I couldn’t bring myself to


    throw it out either, mum loved a drink. I hated that she was a drunk but now I would give anything to


    see her with her drink in her hand whileughing and telling me stories. Sighing, I close the trunk and


    hop in my car looking at my childhood home onest time before I say goodbye to this part of my life. I


    was truly on my own.


    Breathe, just breathe it''s only temporary I told myself as I looked into the back of my cramped


    honda civic. At least I still had my job and my health, even though that was dwindling away. My job as


    long as I could keep that I could remain normal I tell myself. Yet as I drove myself to work, knowing


    afterwards I had nowhere to go to and am now officially homeless. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was


    how my life will always be now.


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    I snorted at the memory as I reminisced on how pathetic my life is, everything went downhill the


    day I left that driveway of my childhood home.


    Funny how things work out, I thought that was the worst day I would endure, little did I know I had


    an entire future nned out by what supernaturals called the fates. That the two men I work for would


    im me and turn out to be monsters I wanted desperately to escape from until I no longer didn’t. What


    was the point, this life of mine was apparently destined for this horror story, why fight it? So what if my


    life was going to crumple and burn before I found happiness. Happiness I can’t remember what the


    heck that feels like, to me it seems like some conjured up dream, a fantasy and I don’t mean the good


    kind that makes your panties damp, don’t get me wrong I wish it was that sort of dream, but I dreamt of


    stability, that would make me happy. The only dreams that seemed a possibility was a messed up sort


    of dreams, the fucked up joke kind, where you don’t know if you want tough or cry at the


    circumstances you found yourself in because it was truly that pathetic, that bad, happiness was


    something of the past. I down my bottle of vodka building up the liquid courage to face my Sinful mates,


    or maybe I am the sinful one and maybe I like it or maybe this vodka has gone to my head as I stumble


    back to the office, trying to pretend to be normal and like I didn’t just down half the bottle, yep fake it till


    you make it, or don’t either way I was all kinds of messed up, but that is ok because so are my


    mates.