~A Dream… 11 Years Earlier~"Is anyone home?! Open up!"Damien frowned at the urgent tone of whoever was knocking on the door, and getting up from the chair he walked straight to the wooden door, that housed the small cottage he lived in with his parents. The knock resounded again, and without wasting any more time he unlocked the door, revealing three men, who had a look of alarm on their faces. As he was about to ask what the problem was, his eyes flew down to what they were carrying, and he nearly fell to the floor in shock when he sighted the crumpled figure of his limp father.The sight was an eyesore to behold, and lips dropping open in shock, Damien noted that his father was nearly unconscious with a huge gash in his thigh, feets and both his hands injured as well, bleeding profusely. The sight of these wounds threw Damien off balance, and he began to wonder what could have happened. His father had been fine this morning. He had been perfectly okay… so, so what the hell was

The thing Madison liked about the beach was the sort of freedom that came with it.From the feeling of the sand beneath her feet, to the cool air that billowed through her clothes, and her hair, Madison couldn’t deny the fact that everything was peaceful, putting her at ease…At ease… That Madison wasn't sure about, and as she stood at the shore seemingly enjoying the scenery and the cool evening air, her mind was miles away from here. She had her mind in the past, during times like these when things had been different, and the thoughts all rushed through her mind… There was this particular one Madison had drifted off to.It was to painful, and she longed to forget this memory, bury it deep where she couldn’t reach out to it, but just as she kept running away from it, it kept coming back…Flashback… Some years back…"You dare disrespect me in this manner? How dare you!"Madison shook from head to toe as her father thundered over her, pure rage dripping from his tone as he stared down

Madison recounted the wad of cash in her hand for the fourth time this morning, and it still amounted to nine hundred and ten dollars. She mentally calculated the estimate of the money she would spend on transport back to London and the miscellaneous expenses, and she breathed in relief when she saw that it would do. Still she needed to have some cash on her when she got back to London, at least until she managed to get another job. To cut costs, she decided to skip breakfast this morning, and maybe just get a burger or a doughnut and a bottle of water, instead of a full course meal. Not now though, she would have that when she had stayed at least an hour on the train, so the snack would last her until she got to her destination. Nodding in agreement to herself, she took out roughly fifty dollars and stuffed it safely into her purse. After Madison packed up her belongings which weren't so plenty, she lugged her bags outside the motel and hailed a taxi that would take her to the tr

Two Days LaterLONDONMadison tried and failed to stifle her groan, as she climbed out of the train, one hand lugging her bags behind her and the other supporting her waist. To describe her situation in one word, she was simply exhausted.She was so tired, and the two days spent on the train had felt like two years to her, especially since she had to ration the cash she had so she wouldn't spend all of it on food. This was also one of the reasons, why she felt like there was a huge hole was forming in her stomach. Despite her legs hurting so much from sitting for so long, she continued the journey from the train station to outside, noting that she still had a long way to go. She flagged down a taxi that would take her closer to the town where she lived, and praying silently that it wouldn't cost too much, luckily for her she got a really affordable one, and after about thirty minutes of driving round the busy street, she finally arrived. She was home at last.The tiny house was e

Damien fixed his tie once again, checking to see if his hair was still slicked back. Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he grabbed the files he would need for the meeting today, tucking them under his arm as he waited for Katherine to finish up. Like always, her hair stylist and makeup artist took hours following her instructions until they'd dolled her up. This was why he had instructed that they come hours before. Of course, Katherine hated being made to wake up earlier than she intended when taking a nap, but she had no choice if she truly wanted to escort him to the meeting. It was a business lunch date with Mr Ramon, the Italian man they had met that day at the event, and Katherine insisted she would come along. After the last time they had argued, Damien had expected her to be quite cold and distant to him, so he couldn't hide his surprise when she had been all smiles and flirty asking if she could come along. Of course he gave in, as he couldn’t refuse for no ju