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PROLOGUE

Nine Years Ago

EIGHT MONTHS, three weeks, two days, and seven hours. That's how long it's been since he left. But who's counting, right? Certainly not me.

Certainly.

I applied to several colleges but all of them were outside the city, for something new. There was Brown University, Greenstate University, Dark Raven College, and some other colleges that I don't remember.

There wasn't any course as to where you can beat people up for money so I just took up IT. Crazy right? A girl who is good at brawls and all, took up IT. Even Dad couldn't believe it. Sean? Well, he was happy for my decision because he thinks, and I quote: "That I am a very nerd person who needs something that will interest her and what better way to do that than hack into people's business."

Ever since graduation and he left happened, I decided to quit the underground fighting fully just to fulfill my promise to mom. The psychiatrist helped in also making me accept that quitting is the best decision. And Alex thought it was about time, saying that it was never for me in the first place to be there but he was lucky that I was there. I was lucky too. Because of him, I learned how to protect myself, and other people in my life. Because of him, I became who I really am.

Anyway, Dad and Misty got married three months after graduation and was the maid of honor which is, I thought, the worst thing they could've done. Misty thought that it'd be nice that I would make the speech and not some other random cousin of hers. I never really agreed to it but they were pushing and pushing so to stop myself from getting annoyed every day because of them, I decided to accept it even though I regretted it when I saw the color theme that they decides to.

The fucking color was neon pink.

How the fuck did they even get that color?!

They. Made. Me. Wear. Pink.

I was about to vomit on the dress just to make it look different when I saw it. God, it was so horrible. I hated the color. Okay, not hate but loathe. Sue me for wanting to wear a dress darker than pink. They even made me wear heels which I was about to get away with it when Misty noticed one detail that none of them did; it was my height. If I would've worn heels then I would appear taller not the same.

"You're not wearing heels?!" She whispered angrily. "You're supposed to be wearing heels! At least tell me you're wearing flats and not those God-awful sneakers that you use for soccer."

I shook my head. She sighed in relief. "It's the one I use when I used to fight."

Misty gave me a look and then for a moment, I started to laugh and she did too.

"If it's any consolation, they have neon pink on them," I shrugged. She shakes her head and gives me hug. "Woah, okay. No need to get handy on your step-daughter."

She lets go and whispered and in my ear. "I'm proud of you."

I smiled. It's nice to hear those words once in a while.

"Mrs. Alexander! We need you!" Marcie, the receptionist, yelled to the microphone, catching everyone's attention.

Misty gives me a huge bright smile before leaving me behind to go to the arms of my father. They both grin to each other and I see their eyes on each other, and I see the twinkle in them.