Fan Fiction ❯ Every Moment Like Your Last ❯ A Prologue of Sorts ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Good, church-going girls with nice boyfriends should not fall in love with their sister's crushes: more specifically rock star wanna-be, sex-addicted crushes. Complications go as follows: betrayal, betrayal, betrayal…

 

 

A Prologue of Sorts

 

 

It shouldn't have happened.

 

It wasn't meant to be.

 

But it had been so easy; so painlessly effortless that I should've known from the getgo that something like this had been too good to be true.

 

Everything about him was addicting. His mannerisms, his humor, his company,…his touch, all sent me cresting over the highest peaks of rapture and propelling me into the heavens.

 

He was my own personal drug, my high.

 

Maybe it was because I was a good girl that he had this affect on me.

 

You know my type.

 

Straight-laced with a loving family, church-going, perfect school record, good friends, all wrapped up in one seemingly faultless package.

 

And he…

 

…He was the bad ass, sexpot rock star in the making that with a simple, dazzling grin could make girls swoon or drop their panties on the spot.

 

Had I been Eve, he doubtlessly would've been the serpent, taunting and tempting me with the luscious, forbidden fruit of knowledge that would eventually lead to my undoing.

 

I don't think he ever meant to introduce to his world; a world I had believed existed in a fictional fantasy that held no true place in reality; a world that had shook the very foundations of my ingenuous life; a world that would eventually unravel the thread to what I once accepted as true.

 

Maybe it was need to deviate from a path predestined for success for a while. It was bound to happen, right?

 

I mean the appeal of the unknown ultimately finds everyone, including a sheltered innocent such as myself.

 

But I still think he played some part in this ill-fated revelation.

 

Temptation had never goaded me so compellingly before him.

 

He made it all seem so tangible, so sweet, so alluring that I couldn't help but follow. He had a way of making people bend to his will.

 

And who wouldn't be able to resist the pull of such a forbidden fruit. Eve hadn't.

 

Actually, that would be an accurate description of him and his world of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll.

 

He, it, both were the proverbial forbidden fruit.

 

I had been drawn to them like the proverbial moth to the fire, knowing that it would lead to incineration if I got too close, but helpless to resist the allure of a warmth that knew no bounds, probably to capture creatures as foolish as I.

 

But that was who he was. It wasn't his fault he was born a dominating force of nature. His presence commands attention, willingly or otherwise.

 

And who wouldn't notice him?

 

Standing at 6'2 he was the object of male and female desires alike with dark, red hair the color of fresh blood that fell in windswept waves to his shoulders, a lean, sinewy build, a permanently tanned complexion inherited from a biracial background and eyes the color of jade stones.

 

Even without his heart-achingly exotic features worthy of a virile, sex god, his charismatic charm and the assurance he held himself with was enough to turn heads.

 

And it's strange, because he definitely isn't my type.

 

Bad boys were so cliché. I preferred wholesome, goal-oriented guys with a touch of sincerity and honesty.

 

I didn't need drama.

 

I didn't need unnecessary complications.

 

And I especially didn't need overly flirtatious rogues sniffing at my heels.

 

Unfortunately that all but described him.

 

He was bold, reckless, brash, and had no self-control or discipline whatsoever. His life was a train wreck waiting to happen and it just happened to be on a collision course with mine.

 

He was everything I didn't want or need and so much more.

 

I blame myself for getting involved.

 

I should've stuck by my resolution to stay focused on what was important. But somehow, during our nightly, tutorial sessions, the resolutions I fought so hard to maintain became obscured.

 

Maybe I deserved what was to come, maybe not. The world may never know.

 

A friend of mine once asked me given the choice, would I take back the defining moment when I chose to become involved in his twisted life.

 

I never gave an answer because in all honesty, I really don't know. Would I forfeit the option of holding the harsh realities inside of my head for the rest of my life or would I be more content in an idyllic harmony?

 

They do say ignorance is bliss.

 

They also say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

 

But I've never been one to ignore a person in pain, and though he may act and look like things don't affect him, I know he's hurting on the inside. In the beginning, I thought I could help him, save him from the demons that plagued his soul and tortured his mind.

 

I thought wrong.

 

And in the end, I may have just made things worst for both him and myself.

 

I should start from the beginning….

 

 

A/N: Should I bother continuing?