PROLOGUE
Life is such a strange thing. It's entrusted to our safe - hold, yet we have no idea, just what exactly, it is. That's why the concept of the meaning of life has been so widely accepted around the world, because people are so afraid that there's no supreme reason for our being here, that they'll believe in and dedicate their lives to finding, "the meaning of life" But I know...I know from my own experiences, that the meaning of life is Fear. Fear is what rules us. Fear lies in all of us, stirring inside our souls. Our fear of life is what separates us from the animal kingdom, not our intelligence or our genealogical make - up. It's fear that keeps us alive, and, ironically, it's fear that eventually kills us all. Fear is the supreme power. Fear is what we were born to feel. And as much as we may hate it...fear is what we crave...
The palatial building occupied four consecutive city blocks. Four city blocks of grandeur that held Zac captivated in front of it. His small sister Zoe's hand entrusted in his. The hand of a grown man, his grandmother said. And Zac assumed that in the last seven years he had indeed grown into a man, from a small confused boy. Confused about himself and his family. Confused of his feelings. And confused of the fear that consumed in entirely. Zac took a deep breath and pushed open that gold panelled door and stepped into a luxurious foyer carpeted in rich burgundy and occupying only a large oaken desk.
He drew in his breath quickly. His mind pulsed. His heart thudded painfully against his rib cage. And his blood coursed through his veins at a speed to beat Ian Thorpes record. His very being shook as he watched her. He was caught up in her enticing web. She was so much more than merely beautiful. How could he possibly describe her? The vision before him sat delicately behind the oak desk, her slender finger flying over the keyboard.
Brooklyn glanced up from the computer screen into the warmest eyes she had ever seen. Her heart thumped in her chest and her lungs beged for the breath she had forgotten to take. Fear consumed her soul and wrapped around her heart like an icy black shroud. She ahrank away from his metallic and yet still warm smile. Her cool jade eyes darted everywheer, searching for an escape route. Although her exterior was pristine, inside, her nerves weer splitting at their seams. In the painful moments that followed, her heart was broken a thousand times in a thousand different ways by the boy standing before her, who was totally and blissfully oblivious to her fear. The little girl looked at her strangely.
"Uh...booking for the Hanson family" He muttered. Although she tried her utmost to control it, Brooklyn's head snapped upwards to look at him. She immediately chided herself for her foolishness.
"Sure, rooms 501, 502, 503, 504, 506 and 515. Enjoy your stay at the Barclay" She muttered through clenched teeth.
Scott noticed that the girls knuckles were white as she handed him the keys. She smiled and pointed to the bank of elevators against the opposite wall. He nodded politely and stalked off, dragging Zoe with him. He stepped into the lift and turned to take one more look at the beautiful girl. Her head flopped forwards as she his in her hands, her shoulders wracked with sobs. Zac frowned as the elvator pulled him bodily away from her.
Brooklyn heaved a sigh of relief as Zac walked away with the little girl,
My god, that must be little Zoe
She though to herself. Brooklyn winced as she remembered the undiscerning look in his eyes. He had no idea who she was. And although her safety meant him never finding her again, Brooklyn realised then, just how much she had wished and prayed since she got on that train that he would somehow find her and kiss away all the wretched matter in her solitary existence. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut against the tears that were threatening to overflow the psychological dams that she had built up, but it was no use. The facade was over. She his her head in her hands and let the tears flow, making puddles on her leather blotter...mingling water with blood...
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