#rainbowcy:tulle

[oxonikki]

The next thing I knew, bag in hand, I was running.

Down the stairs...

...out the door...

...running...

...running...

...running from a family that was no longer mine.

[oxonikki]

I pulled my school-bag close and collapsed on the floor. I knew I only had a few precious moments to pack what little would fit into the bag, but still, I pulled my knees to my chest and cried. 

...though, all things must come to an end, and so did my tears. I threw a long t-shirt that would serve as pajamas, a few pairs of under clothes, and what little savings I had into my school-bag.

I had to be strong until I could get anywhere else but here.

[oxonikki]

And that was when I'd set off the bomb.

Father's completely calm demeanor vanished within an instant as he leapt from the couch and screamed,

"YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

It was all pretty surreal. It felt like eternity, but looking back, I know it was only a few seconds before I processed the horror before me and practically vaulted out of the chair and rushed up the stairs to what would soon no-longer be my bedroom.

[oxonikki]

I remember the immediate stab of terror slam my chest. Usually, my father is not an angry man, but as my gaze shifted to him, I could see the pure fury in his eyes. And, unfortunately for me, it wasn't directed at my mother.

Very calmly - the kind of calm where you know if you even blink wrong, you're going to set off a bomb - my father uttered two simple words that froze my heart.

"Get. Out."

Sixteen years... sixteen years I'd lived in this house. Sixteen years, this man called me his little dove. I was his only child, and now that was ripped away from him.... and me.

"But.... Daddy...?!"

[oxonikki]

"Snow... Wynter isn't your daughter."

This was the confession that changed my life forever. To be honest, I still don't know who was more shocked: myself, or the man I'd thought to be my father for the past sixteen years.

[oxonikki]

Soon.

I was trying to figure out how I wanted to announce this, and I suppose this will have to be the best way.

I've decided to slightly alter the text from the original prologue I wrote for this Rainbowcy - partially because my writing style has altered slightly, and partially because it needed to be rewritten to fit with the story as I know it now.

So, stay tuned, because my Berry Sweet Rainbowcy is just around the corner. C: