All Chapters of Before The Break of Dawn: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Beautiful...young, smart...usually that's me. But I've also been called many things. Orphan, stupid, weird...I wasn't affected then and I won't be now. I'm different—-I've always been. When my parents died right in front of my eyes, I was just a child. I was seven when the airplane crashed and blew up in flames. I was at the airport...waiting for my parents. We had gotten a call that the airplane had lost control. Mama Lana, the housekeeper had brought me in a rush to the airport.'Your parents will be safe.' She had said, our eyes on the big screen watching the news live.But it wasn't true...my parents died that day. I became an orphan. Throughout the burial ceremony, I didn't shed a tear. When my mother's big sister, Auntie Cam and her husband took me in and welcomed me into their family, I didn't cry. I went to school, I tried to get along with their twins, Sammie and Samantha—-but it wasn't enough. I didn't belong there. They didn't want me.At school, I didn't have friends. I wa

Growing up, I never had friends. Maybe I did when my parents were alive but the memory seems all fuzzy now. I don't know how it feels to have a friend—-I don't think I know what friendship itself is. I never really had the chance to think of how to make one.My life is quite repetitive...always been...like a routine. Work, home, the two things my life revolves around. If I must say myself, my life is hard—-and sad. Sometimes, I wonder how it would have turned out if my parents had survived that day. I wonder if I would have made friends in high school...gone to prom, graduated college, maybe have a boyfriend? I wonder if I would have someone to call a best friend.My mom used to tell me, 'a best friend is who you lean on when everything gets tough.'She was my best friend.'Thank you again, Miles.' I smile, doing the buttons of my blouse.'Oh, it's fine Caroline. I see you did a lot in here...the boxes were a lot more, flying all around the place the last time I was here.' He scans th

When I was much younger, my parents would call me beautiful.'You are so beautiful, my princess...just like your mother,' my father would say.My mum would tease him and say, 'Of course. She got her beauty from me.'Their laughter would fill the room and echo loudly in the hallways of our mansion. These were good times—-among several other beautiful moments I shared with them.When this overconfident man had muttered, 'Caroline, do you have an idea just how beautiful you are?'It reminded me of those good days. How strange...the feeling that emerged, how different yet close, to what I had felt each time my parents called me beautiful.I feel the edges of my lips curl into a small smile and I close my eyes at the rush of the memories. When I open my eyes, they widen at the proximity of our bodies. His body press tightly to mine, his lips...just an inch away from covering mine. I lick the bottom of my lips, a soft gasp escaping my throat. I snatch my hand away from his grip.'Is this wh

Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, we laugh...sometimes, we are sad...sometimes, we love. The first day my eyes landed on Caroline Ann Wright, I found her extremely beautiful. Her beauty is pure, effortless, with a spike of innocence that is so hard to miss. That day, I got lost in her eyes.Getting to know her, I realize she's just as I thought—-different. Three months of knowing her, I know her story to an extent, and life hasn't been exactly nice to her. Her parents passed away when she was seven. She lived with her Aunt. She was bullied in school, she didn't have friends, and she had to live on the streets at eighteen.When I see her smile, or hear her laughter fill the room, it brightens my day...and I feel a strong need to keep making her laugh, protecting her beautiful smile at all cost. Caroline has become so important to me. I don't think she knows just how much she means to me. When she's happy...I'm happy too. When she's troubled...so am I.While she lays on top of me in her