Lauren/You – Just An Innocent – Prologue
Summary:
At the age of 16 years old, your sister who was aged 15 was abused by her 20 years old boyfriend. He would beat her down every now and then and he would force himself on her when she didn't want to please him. One day you find out everything and when you question your sister she told you she already took care of it and showed you her blood stained hands. She didn't kill him though. But he was now disabled because of her and couldn't even speak. You realized that she was going to go to jail because there was a high probability that she would have left evidences back at his place. So the next day, without warning, you went to the police station and confessed the assault, taking the blame for your sister. Before you are sent to jail you tell the whole story to your lawyer Clara Jauregui) and you beg her to take of your sister for you and she agrees to take her and treat her like her own daughter. 2 years later you are freed and Clara decides to welcome you to her place to give you some time to get back on your feet, finish school and all that. And that is to her daughter's, Lauren, displeasure. She don't want a murderer under her roof and hates you in the beginning. But soon she will get to know you and realize that she might be falling for who she thinks is a murderer but who in fact is JUST AN INNOCENT...
A/N: Hello there guys! Katy here! So I’ve had this prologue written for a long time but I was waiting to finish a few fics before starting a new and now that Teach Me, My Guardian Angel are over and that Never Loved Dancing So Much almost is completed as well, I can start this one! I hope you’ll like it! I have two more new fics coming!
Right Next To You (Which is a Dinah/You) and The Perfect One (Who’s probably gonna be a Fifth Harmony/You mini series).
Anyway, that will be for later. For now, here’s the prologue of Just An Innocent!
Your point of view
I wasn’t used to wearing jeans anymore, neither was I used to wearing leather jackets and booths. I had been used to that same old orange uniforms I had been wearing every day for two years now. But it was over now. Today was the end of all this nightmare. Today was finally the day I was recovering my freedom. As much as I knew I would have to face a lot of shit and people hating on me as soon as I was going to get out of here, I was happy to leave this place that held so many awful and painful memories for me. Soon I was surrounded by too guards as they were supposed to lead me outside. So I started walking, in direction of my freedom, of the start of my new life. As I walked, I earned many death glares from my own inmates but I stood still like I always should have. I kept my chin up, showing them that I wasn’t the girl I used to be when I first got here, and I wasn’t scared of them anymore. No matter how they had made my life hell, I was still here, standing, and I was going out. Finally the main door opened and light invaded the hallway. This was it, the day I was finally going be to the outside world. I stepped out and what stroke me was the deafening silence that surrounded me. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting everything to be quiet. My lawyer had told me that she was going to try to do everything she could to keep my release date a secret so that I wouldn’t be harassed by hordes of journalists or demonstrators that would express that I should “be rotting in jail for what I did”. Apparently she had done her job pretty well since there was no one here. I walked to the grid followed by one of the two guards and waited for him to open it which he did. This was it. The minute M. I finally passed the grid and finally I could consider myself out of jail and in the outside world. The guard closed the grid before walking back inside and I let myself take a deep breath as a smile appeared on my face. That was the scent of freedom, the scent of new beginnings, and the scent of innocence. Opening my eyes again, I was met by an extremely pleasant view and finally a grin made its way to my face as I started walking to the teary eyed 17 years old girl who was the reason I had been there in the first place. I stopped in front of her, taking a good look at her, analysing every single one of her features, enjoying how she was now a woman, how she had grown up and how happy she looked.
“Hey little sis.” I greeted causing her to grin before she finally let herself jump on me and engulf me in an extremely tight embrace.
“I missed you so much.” She whispered in my ear as she let herself cry freely.
“I miss you too baby.” I whispered sweetly.
“I am so sorry Y/N, I’ll never-” she started but I cut her off setting her down. My hands flew to her cheeks and I looked at her with every ounce of love there was inside of me.
“Don’t do that again. We’ve talked about this. We are never mentioning this ever again. It was me. It was always me. I did it. I deserved to go to jail since I put him in that state. I stayed there two years and now I’m free.” I said in what seemed to be a quite convincing tone.
“But that’s a lie. And I’ll never forgiv-” she started again but I cut her off again.
“Stop Sarah. This is over. What I said is our truth, the one we need to stick to. Every other version of that night that exists in your mind has to be forgotten. Please.” I said and she just nodded tears still rolling down her cheeks.
“I love you baby.” I added before hugging her again, knowing she needed to see that I didn’t blame her for being incarcerated for two years. And I didn’t. It was my choice to take the blame for her. It’s what any sister would have done.
“Well isn’t this heart-warming.” I heard from next to us causing me to separate from my sister to meet the person the voice belonged to.
“It’s good to see you too Ms Jauregui.” I stated with a smile.
“Clara. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Clara?” she said as she walked closer to me.
“Well apparently one more time.” I said with a smile causing her to laugh as well.
“It’s good to see you too young lady.” She said before wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight. “Especially without that awful orange uniform.” She said and it was my turn to laugh. She was the closest thing I had to a mother and I was grateful that she had come into my life two years ago.
“Yeah you have no idea how good it feels to actually wear my own clothes.” I said allowing a chuckle to escape my lips.
“Alright, let’s go home.” she said opening the car for me to get in.
“Home?” I repeated questioningly.
“You seriously expected me to leave you to your own fate and not take you with me?” she asked looking at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Ms Jauregui…I mean Clara, you can’t take me with you. You already 3 kids of your own and you’ve taken care of my sister for me for so long. I can’t ask you keep doing that nor can I ask you to take me in too. Plus I don’t want you welcoming into your house to be a cause of problems with people. Think about it, what would people say if you welcome someone who almost killed a guy? What would your family say? I’ll just follow the reinsertion program that the prison offers and I’ll be just fine.” I argued making her clearly understand that there was no way I was coming with but she just looked at me with a stern face.
“Are you done yet?” she asked making me frown. “I probably should have said that you didn’t have the choice.” She added and I felt my sister’s hand slid down my own as she looked at me with begging eyes silently asking me to get in the car which I finally did, clearly afraid of what I was going to find at the end of the trip.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an insanely good looking house. I looked at my sister and silently nodded before putting my hoodie on, not wanting anyone to recognize me just yet, needing at least one day of rest. I walked with Clara and my sister and stop as Clara searched for the keys in her bag.
“Clara?” I called before she opened the door once she found her keys.
“Yeah?”
“Did your family at least accept this?” I asked, realizing that there were 90% of chances that they most likely didn’t want to live under the same room as a criminal.
“Don’t worry about that darling.” She said with a small smile but it quickly faded and I understood that I wasn’t actually welcomed in this house. The door opened allowing the three of us to get inside. I looked around trying to hide my nervousness but the warmth of the house immediately made me feel at ease. Pictures were hanging every here and there on the walls, some of which my sister was on looking happier than ever. I kept my hoodie on, feeling safer behind this barrier, feeling less vulnerable.
“Hello.” I heard a voice say from behind me and turned around instantly to meet three different people standing in front of me, two of them, teenagers, wearing rather uncomfortable expressions upon their faces.
“Hi.” I greeted back shyly.
“I’m Mike Jauregui. It’s nice to meet you.” The man, who clearly seemed to be Clara’s husband, said extending his hand for me to shake which I did.
“It’s nice to meet you too Sir.” I greeted back.
“This is Taylor. And this is Chris.” He said pointing to the two teenagers next to him and they just waved at me which I answered to the same way.
“Where’s-” Clara started but was interrupted by a husky voice that came from the stairs.
“Well well well, look what we have here.” The voice said making me look up only to meet the person the voice belonged to. My heart skipped a bit as I met her beautiful face. She was so gorgeous that I doubted she was even real. She had this pale skin that made her appear so pure and deep green eyes in which anyone would want to get lost. She was just a pure beauty. She looked like an angel. But as her next words flew out of that pretty mouth of hers I knew she definitely wasn’t one.
“A murderer.” She completed her earlier sentence and I looked down unable to bear the hatred and disgust that were radiation from her face.
Well clearly I wasn’t going to have a day to rest.
A/N: Sooooo this is the prologue of Just An Innocent.
Should I continue??? Yay or Nay??
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Love you guys
Katy