Roxanne sat at the top of her old slide, picturing it as a metaphor for her life. All she had to do was slide down to the bottom, into Donny's arms, and she'd never have to climb up to the top again. It would be perfect.
She beamed that evening as her parents held a small birthday party for her. Just the three of them. Roxanne preferred that over a large party anyway. It was one last chance for her parents to spoil their little girl before she became a woman.
And a beautiful woman she became.
Her graduation day was truly a bittersweet moment for her. As much as she would miss all her friends, the thrill of becoming Donny's controlled every thought. They would be a couple, a married couple.
Her life was hers. She tossed the diploma, ready to tear off the cap to throw with it. No more school, no more boring lectures, no more running off to class before the bell rang because she and Donny had been kissing in halls.
"Baby," Clive said, hugging his now grown little girl, "I am so proud of you."
"Thanks, Daddy." Roxanne closed her eyes to keep her own pride from gushing out.
"And don't forget about me now," Anita said, pulling Roxanne in for a tight squeeze. "I didn't help you all those years for nothing, did I?"
"Mom!" Roxanne laughed despite the tears trickling in at the corner of her eyes. "You'll always be the best."
That night, she ran out of the house, meeting Donny in one of the many parks around town. "Well," she said, bouncing on her toes. "I'm here."
"Your hair," Donny said in amazement, picking up a green strand in his fingers. "I can't believe how long it's gotten."
"Well, if we're going to have a...y'know, wedding, I want to be able to do pretty things with it."
"Hey, babe, it's getting late. Can we talk about this tomorrow? Besides, don't we have a class party to get to?"
Arm in arm, they headed off to their all night party, free from curfew and nosey police officers.
Roxanne was finally allowed to ride on the motorcycle, her graduation present Clive had kept a secret for so many years. Roxanne was a natural on the bike, rolling around town in style.
The next morning, Donny had an odd request. He wanted Roxanne to meet her up in what most of the kids called, "Rich Circle." There was a small park in between all of these houses, probably designed to give the rich snobs a view of each other while keeping property between them so that wars didn't start.
"Donny, what are we doing here?" Roxanne asked as she parked her bike. "I mean, we've never met here."
"Because, babe, it has to do with our future." Donny smiled, one Roxanne hadn't seen before. It felt rehearsed, forced, fake.
"So," he said, adopting a used-car dealer voice, "here's the deal: You and me. Biggest wedding Sunset Valley's ever seen. No expense spared. You want dancing? Done. You want the whole town there? Done. You want the richest man in Sunset Valley, done and done. Then we'll move into one of these fancy houses right here. Someone living in the one you want? Babe, I got enough dough we could own all of 'em and build new houses for all the current owners. Then you and I live in the lap of luxury until we're old and even richer than before."
"Donny, that sounds nice, but I..." Roxanne trailed off. What happened to running away from all this? What happened to being poor but ridiculously happy? The slide suddenly grew forty feet and the end dropped off in a dark abyss. Donny fell out of the picture. "Donny, when do we have kids?"
"What do you mean, we have kids?"
Roxanne flinched back, disgusted at this man who impersonated her Donny. "Donny, I assumed marriage with you meant having children. Meant being a family. Not just you and me."
"Well, we'll have at least one, y'know, to carry on the business-"
"Business? Donovan, children are not business. And what if I want more than one? What if I wanted like, seven?"
"Roxanne, how can you be so selfish? Kids are gross and smell weird." Donovan shuddered, pulling away from her. "You could have a hundred kids, and they'd all be the same: smelly little poop machines that take all your money."
"Selfish?" Roxanne screeched. "I'm being selfish by wanting to bring more people into this world? I'm selfish because I want to-"
"Babe, can we talk later, I gotta go to work. See you later, sweetheart." Donovan took off down the street, hopped into a limo that had been waiting for him, and he zoomed away.
Roxanne ran. She didn't care where she went. She just had to run, run until the nightmare that had swallowed up her dreams couldn't touch her anymore.
She found herself at the waterfall, a popular spot that she and Donovan never visited all while they were dating. She couldn't believe her stupidity. She hadn't noticed Donny changing. Sure, he got more calls than before, but that was because he was in charge of the business.
Business. Had he ever cared about her? Or had it all been a ruse just to get her to be his heir producer?
It was then that Roxanne realized something that knocked her off her feet: she didn't know who she was. She had spent so long defining herself as Donny's girlfriend that the thought of being anything else had been pushed aside. She had shot off the slide and now landed, a bit battered and bruised, but still able to climb the slide.
No, not a slide. Her life was more like the roar of the waterfall. She was a part of the river at the top, taking an unexpected turn, but right before the best part, the part that everyone loved, the part that truly defined who she was.
Maybe, just maybe, a little bit of Donny still lingered beneath the exterior of Donovan. She called him and asked to meet him at a park as soon as he could.
She sat for most of the evening. The stars peeked out overhead, slowly dancing across the sky as the world turned. Still, she waited.
She waited until she couldn't stay awake any longer and she unrolled her sleeping bag. She waited for a Sleeping Beauty kiss to wake her up. Donny would help her find out who she was.
But he never came.
Roxanne waded out into the sea, listening to the waves lap against the shore. She didn't care the bottom of her pants were soaked. The longer she stood there, the more she realized that...
She didn't love Donovan.
She loved the idea of what he could bring. She loved the idea of having a huge family with him, a family exactly like her own, but with her as the mom instead of Anita.
She loved the fact that he was an outcast, like her. The root of all the love came back to the fact he had blue hair and she had green. It had sparked her interest all those years ago, and they had found solidarity together.
But that wasn't enough anymore. Solidarity meant nothing if there wasn't real love behind it. They both had been selfish, but neither of them realized it.
Roxanne called him again. This time, Donovan promised to come. Still, she had two hours to herself. She took the chance to go swimming, feeling the ocean surround her. It felt more like her own life, swelling and falling. The ocean tensed as she did.
When he arrived, Roxanne confronted him at once. "Donovan, we're done."
"Babe, come on!" Donovan pleaded. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
"Donovan, you can't buy love. You can't buy me. I've spent my whole life, our whole relationship, dreaming about what it'll be like when we finally grow up and get married, but you don't care about me. You care about how I make you look. I'm not your trophy."
"Aww, come on, Roxy! Look at what you're giving up! I mean, have you ever seen a finer specimen of a man than this?"
"No. Donovan, we're done."
"You think you can just break up with me? Just like that? What about all the time and investments I put into you?" Donovan sneered.
"I'm more than just investments. And yes, just like that. You're happily single. Go marry some other girl who's too stupid to realize how much of a jerk you are." She walked away, holding her head high. Even though internally, it hurt to give up so many years and so much time, she felt lighter, stepping down a path she hadn't seen, but always knew was there.
She didn't see Donovan staring after her. A cruel smile appeared on his face. "You'll pay, Roxanne Gregory. Oh, it might not be now, but I will get back at you. You'll always regret leaving me."
Roxanne shifted on her bed. She couldn't get comfortable. Her body wanted to move, to run, to get rid of this excess energy that came from a high of making her own choices. She couldn't stay in Sunset Valley.
The thought both terrified her and excited her. Leaving meant no more Donny, but it also meant her Mom and Dad wouldn't see her as often.
No, she couldn't come back. Donovan wouldn't give her a moment's peace if she ever returned. He wouldn't even let her leave in the first place. If she left, it would have to be suddenly.
It would have to be now.
Roxanne rose up from her bed, staring around her room. She couldn't leave before dinner, not without one last chance of having a normal family before she ran away. "Most Likely to Get Married." She scoffed and shook her head at the ribbon on her wall. Back when they had been dating, everyone was convinced that the wedding would be less than a week after graduation. But now it was a reminder that she had given up on that. A reminder of Donovan.
She would take only the essentials. She wouldn't have anywhere to put anything. She didn't even know if she would have a house.
But the gem from her mother...she had to take it. It was small and didn't weigh very much. It would be the one reminder of home. It represented her parents, the people she loved most.
That night, Roxanne woke up around two in the morning. She made her bed one last time, remembering Dad reading stories to her as she fell asleep. She changed into her clothes and picked up her belongings.
But she couldn't leave without saying goodbye. Even if they never heard it, she had to say goodbye. She tiptoed into her parents room, watching as they snuggled together under the sheets. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. I love you both. Maybe, one day I'll tell you why I left." She placed a picture of herself on the nightstand next to her mom. Written on the back were the words, "I love you always."
With that, she zoomed off on her bike, roaring past all the houses and familiar sights as she zipped toward the boundaries of Sunset Valley.
She rode all night between the rolling hills and the spaces between different towns. As the sun rose, she found herself entering a new town.
The air felt similar to that of Sunset Valley, but it didn't smell of the ocean. The paved road had no lines painted on it, a sign that this neck of the woods was less traveled.
As uncertain as she felt, there was a tiny flame of confidence inside her. Roxanne knew no one knew her here. No one knew her past. She could truly start over, with no chance of Donovan coming in to pull her back. She rode her bike into a more swampy part of town.
It wasn't homey, by any means. But as Roxanne stared at the thick trees obscuring the bridge from her view, Roxanne knew she could make it home.
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Author's note: WOO-HOO! IT'S FINALLY DONE! Well, the first part of the prologue anyway. Can't wait to start the second part of the prologue. Don't worry, after this part, Roxanne will get started on what you call came to see: BABIES!
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