Oakwood | j.b

Prologue

The sky was black around her as she stood, leaning against her car with the moonlight shining. The 18 year old thought about what she was going to do next, but didn't know if she could muster up the strength to pull the trigger.

"I'll do it. I'll fucking do it I swear!" She yelled, her fingers trembling over the trigger as the barrel of the gun was pressed hard into the temple of her skull. She trembled outside her house as she watched the cops aim their own weapons toward her.

   "Miss, put the gun down. Everything's gonna be alright," an officer said as he feared for the girl's life.

   She glanced down at the damp ground, her mind in a constant loop. Her eyes revealed the car seat below her, an infant child inside. Her facial expression softened. How could she do this? How could she do this to her? Her own daughter? How could she leave her all alone? "I'm so sorry Izzie," her voice murmured. "Mommy loves you." She began to quietly sob as she gradually let her hand fall with the gun aiming to the floor. It fell from her hand causing a subtle bang as it collided with the ground. She noticed the cops lowering their weapons and heading over to her as her arms were in the air for surrender. As they approached her and pulled her wrists behind her back, she noticed her mother's car appear in the drive way.

Her heart began to speed up as the woman in her mid-forties hopped out and stared directly at her, flesh and blood. She didn't show any sympathy, just hate. "You brought this upon yourself!" She shouted.

   "Mercedes Tolentino, you're under arrest for the kidnapping of Isabella Tolentino." The male cop said as he cuffed her wrists and said her rights. He hauled her toward the car but Mercedes didn't care where he was taking her. Her mother's words stung her chest; she had never felt pain like that.

She felt the pressure of the officer behind her as he lowered her head and ushered her into the car, taking her away from her daughter. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry!" She shouted behind her as she was seated into the police vehicle. Mercedes watched in agony as her mother approached the small crying infant and picked her up, comforting Izzie against her chest.

As the car started to move and the scene had vanished, Mercedes placed her head against the car window and inhaled. How was she supposed to get out of this mess?

DUN. DUN. DUN. hahaha. So that up there was the prologue to my new story that I'm currently writing with my best friend. I hope you guys liked it. We have so much more in store for you. Until next time babes! Don't forget to vote/comment! Follow me and my co-writer/best friend on Twitter!
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DISCLAIMER: this story will contain prison violence, drug use, drug addiction, and some sexual content. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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