[UNDER CONSTRUCTION -CHAPTER 1 AND 2 REPOSTED] Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack's a handsome preacher's son and Jill's a drunkard's daughter...
Jill is a melancholy girl, living in a village nestled near a hell-mouth, shunned by the townspeople because she was born with an unusual birthmark. Hardly anyone at all will associate with Jill, whether out of fear or hatred. Her own family blames their misfortunes on her ï¿½ her drunkard father often beats her and her mother has become a notorious harlot, leaving Jill to care for her younger brother and the baby on her own. Everyone in the town regards her ï¿½ her bruises and cuts, but especially the small scar on her face ï¿½ with a wary eye.
And then there is Jack.
Jack is the son of Minister Hilton, who accompanies Jill to the well every day to draw water for the sanctuary, but rarely speaks to her except out of absolute necessity. They are not friends, yet he is the only one who has ever been kind to her. There is something about Jack that Jill cannot seem to wrap her mind around. He is different from the rest of them but she canï¿½t say how. She longs to ask him what lurks inside his mind, but her own pride keeps her from it. She tries to keep herself from wondering about him, telling herself that it canï¿½t matter to her. Heï¿½s betrothed to Sylvia. But with the hell-mouth rumbling and the town growing more hostile toward her, any kind of friend, even an undiscovered one, could be valuable to her.