A few hours sooner .
Aurora's POV:
Looking out of the window from my bedroom, i can't help but envy birds. Their freedom.
Yes, i know many people would say I'm crazy for saying or thinking that but they have the whole world open for them, they are carefree and don't need to worry about being judged. Hell, they can shit on people head's and the other bird's would praise them. They can fly anywhere they want, coming back if they want to or simple stay away. While some people don't know what freedom, peace or happiness mean, or rather feels like.
We live with the big pressure of making our parents happy, being a doctor, a lawyer or the CEO of their company but maybe we just want to be happy.
Not working to make our parents happy, instead we would love to work where we want.
And then there are people who are despised by their family because of unknown reasons. So much despised that they take their anger out on the child, without an feeling of guilt.
Hey, that sounds a lot like my life. I'm Aurora Davidson and I'm hated by my adoptive parents and brother, David.
Apparently my biologic family wanted nothing to do with me, hence why I am adoptive. Susan and John were kind enough to adopt me since no one wanted me.
But enough from the spawns of Lucifer himself. Right now, I am standing in front of my bedroom window with a duffel bag in my right hand, calculating my chances of getting away from them before getting caught. Wearing my engagement dress, I think about changing my clothes fast because I want it off me like its burning my skin. Feels like that actually.
Hearing footsteps running towards my room, I make a fast decision and climb out of the window. My legs are already out of the window and all I need to do is jump when my Bedroom door is getting banged open. Looking back, I see my Adoptive Father and my fiance, Jacob, breaking down my bedroom door.
Without a second thought, I do the thing i never thought i would be brave enough for. I jump and run away from the only home i ever knew. Landing on my left ankle, I whimper softly from the impact but still don't waste any time and run, or better hobble, towards my Mercedes Benz G-Wagon.
Throwing my duffel bag in the passenger seat, i start up the car and sped away, looking in the rear view mirror to see my furious looking adoptive family jumping in their own cars. Probably to follow me.
Feeling my heart beating as if it's seconds away from jumping out of my chest, I reach for my phone to call one of the only two person I trust with my Life.
Answering the call, i don't give him a chance to talk, "Miguel, I did it. I ran away but they are catching up. I-I don't know what to do." my voice breaking while talking.
I hear shuffling at the other side of the call, "Hey, hey, take a deep breath beautiful, okay? I'm so incredible proud of you for doing that but tell me where you are Rory."
Taking a deep breath, I answer, "I'm on the 11th avenue. M, they are catching up. What do I do now?"
"Listen to me, my Dad and I are on our way Rory. Do yo-"
I don't hear the rest but the next thing i know is, my whole body hurts like hell. There is this burning pain at my head, torso, back and legs.
Trying to look around, everything is blurry but i do see that I'm on hanging head upside down surrounded by my crushed car, broken glass and metal.
Groaning, I place a hand on my head only to hiss in pain by the feel of stabbing pain and liquid coming out of my head. Blinking my eyes over and over again, trying to look for my phone to call for help, I see a figure walking directly towards me, a little to slow and calm for my liking.
The figure crouches down and i hear the figure chuckling before it speaks.
"What a bummer for you to die that way. Would have loved to have my fun with you before you die", the figure chuckles darkly again, "see you in hell Aurora." and i hear them walking away.
Feeling my eyes flutter close, I try to fight it but without success. The last thing I hear before darkness overtakes my senses are the sirens which are hopefully for me...
Flashback while out cold:
"Come on Rory, faster!"
Panting while running I yell, "Miguel! Stop, you are faster and taller than me. THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
Laughing before answering he say's, "come on Rory, the more often you run, the faster and better you get! You said you wanted to be able to defend yourself but for that you need better stamina first girl, you are out after 1 minute. That's bad. you need to exercise more!"
Gasping, "I am exercising! do you know how exhausting it is to eat 4 big mac meals per day AND sweats??? You try that and say again I don't exercise you ass."
Sighing he runs a face down his face, "Rory, I am serious. Do you want to be able to defend yourself or not?"
"Of course I want to. It's just, what if it makes everything worse? If it makes them even angrier?"
"Aurora listen. Sure, there is a risk it will make them angrier but for that exactly we train you! If that happens, you are able to defend yourself but if you don't learn to defend yourself, it will never stop and only get worse... Stop thinking about the 'what if's'..."
A sigh escapes me but before I can answer him, I hear screeching tires a few feet away from us. Looking towards the sounds, I immediately recognize the black ford SUV.
Fear creeps up inside me, thinking of the punishment for having a friend, a guy friend for that matter. You see, having a friend means more risk about the way how they treat me coming out. With them being wealthy people with much power, it would ruin them.
Stalking out of the car with long, furious steps towards me, comes my adoptive father, John. Taking a step back, I, my 13 year old self, cower away in fear.
When he reaches us, he immediately grabs my upper arm in a strong grip and drags me to the car but not before I hear Miguel yelling for me and for John to let me go. John just laughs, pushes me in the backseat roughly before stepping in the driver seat, speeding 'home' while Miguel tried reaching the car, with no luck.
Arriving at my so called home, he drags me to the front door before stalking inside the open living room where Susan and David are already waiting, fuming.
Susan don't waste any time and reaches her hand up before slapping me in the face.
"You are going to regret ever disobey our orders you ungrateful bitch." with these words said, she lets David drag my screaming self upstairs to handle my punishment.