Chapter One

Brielle Madeleine Parker lay tucked cosily in her bed as her father wrapped up the last bedtime story. Her soft brown eyes matched her dads, while her high cheekbones and blonde hair which she inherited from her mother relaxed, the dried tears fading with her consciousness.

"Daddy?" Her small, seven-year-old voice murmured. Her dad smiled.

"Yes?" He replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why don't I have a mommy?" She asked. The question brought him up short.

"You do, sweetheart," He told her. "She's just not here." Brielle opened her eyes to look into his, sitting upright.

"Then why doesn't she love me?" Mathew looked at his daughter with pity, silently cursing his ex-wife for leaving their beautiful girl to believe that she was unloved.

"Oh, sweetheart, she does. She does. She just can't be here right now."

"But why?" Brielle wondered. "Why not? Mandara and Bellvary say that mommy's only leave if they don't love you." Mathew make a 'tsk' sound at the names these days. Sure, Brielle was unique, but at least it was somewhat classy and pretty. Mathew was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to tell his grieving little girl. So, he opened his mouth and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Ella, let me tell you something your mom loved."

"Don't say me, because I know that's a lie." Mathew looked at his baby girl, flabbergasted by what she'd just said. It was very out of character for any seven-year-old to say something like that, let alone sweet Brielle.

"I wasn't going to. Your mother loved a good story. And you know who has one?" Mathew asked. Brielle shook her head.

"We do."

Beth Stevens stood in front of the receptionist's desk, waiting for a woman with bright blue eyeshadow and who was engulfed in her cigarette to get off the phone. Her pasty dyed blonde hair and hot pink lips alone were enough to make Beth wince, let alone the fact that she looked around sixty. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she slammed the end button on the phone and put it on the table. The woman sighed and took a huff of her cigarette before narrowing her eyes at Beth.

"My name is Jaycie, how can I help you?" She asked insincerely with an eye roll. Beth cleared her throat.

"Um, I'm here for the job interview?" Beth replied half-heartedly. She knew that she wasn't even remotely cracked up to be a mail woman, which she was interviewing for, but she was in desperate need of money. She was about to lose her home, she was so poor. Jaycie nodded and flipped through the yellowing pages of what looked like a directory book, before pressing a number on her phone and sighing while it rang.

"Sweetheart, the jobs taken. Sorry. Now get out, I've got shit to do," Jaycie demanded, pointing her towards the exit. Beth wanted to scream and cry and punch Jaycie in the face all at once, but she held herself together and sulked out the door.

Once she was out of the building, she breathed the somewhat fresh air of Mavriak, Connecticut, a small town that she'd grown up in. She'd always loved the small, rural town, but could never afford to live in it, despite the low prices. And now, she was hardly able to afford to live around it.

Beth hopped in her outdated truck, and slid the keys into the ignition. Nothing. Frustrated, she repeated the action. Still nothing.

"Dammit!" She yelled, hitting the wheel and laying back in her chair. angrily, she stepped out of the rusty old pick-up truck and took out her cell phone, a shitty pre-paid thing that earned her pity-filled stares wherever she went.

"Hello?" The voice of her best friend, Alex, said, her chipper voice ringing through Beth's phone.

"Hi," Beth grumbled. Alex sighed on the other line.

"Another bad day?"

"You have no idea. Can you come pick me up?"

"Why? Is Betsy having issues again?" Beth rolled her eyes. She never quite understood why Alex named her car Betsy, but she went along with it anyways.


"Alright. Where are you?"

"By the post office," Beth replied, hopping up on the hood of her car.

"Alrighty, then. See you in a few!"

"Bye, and thank you," Beth said just as the line clicked dead.

How was that? I'm not the greatest at original stories, I actually mainly stick to fanfiction, so please give reviews! I am okay with constructive criticism, but please no flames.