LUCIAN SLADE

Fifteen years ago

“Mom, Mom, where are you going?” I cried, chasing after her. Rain poured heavily, soaking my clothes but I did not care. “Mother… please don’t leave me too.”

She turned to face me, her body stiff. I could see the look of resentment on her face. There was no denying she hated me. “Go back, Lucian!” she hissed, her tone full of venom.

Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I grabbed at her dress. I had just lost my father. I could not lose my mother ...