True Colors- Chapter 1 ~Broken Dreams~

I was pretty once.

 I was Selena Night, a bubbly, 18 year old college girl who was high on life, and a little but low on common sense.

I was the party girl; the girl who was all about parties, friends, and love. School was worked in somewhere in that mix, I'm sure of it.

Me and my best friend Mara were always hitting the clubs on any typical night. A small secluded dance club called The Grind seemed to be our own particular hotspot.

Whenever we went, we seemed to do the same things;

Order some badly named drinks, spot out some cuties, and dance, dance, dance.

Of course, I usually ended up getting drunk enough and have my own little dance party on one of the club's bar tables.

Usually, it ended up attracting at least one guy wanting to get some, and tonight was no different.

A guy walked up to the table and grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

I grinned back, and started swaying my hips a little more.

"Should I throw some dollar bills or something?" He joked, taking another drink.

"Nah." I said, leaping off the table.

"But I'm sure you wouldn't mind a lil' dance with me, now would ya?" I winked at the end.

He set down his drink and smiled. "Sounds good."

I laughed and dragged him to the dance floor.

 Of course, a dance floor plus my drunken manners made our innocent dance something more, and our dance made The Grind live up to its name.

He pulled me closer, and our hips swayed together to the upbeat song that was coming from the wall speakers.

As the song came to an end, me and him sure didn't.

The two of us stared in to each others eyes for a moment, before the burning temptation of us both kicked in, and our lips crushed together.

The guy from the club, who I would later learn was named Carter Mason, would soon become my boyfriend, and I would be irrepressibly in love with him. I would not be able to be happy without him at my side.

In a span of three months, the guy from the club -Carter Mason- would become my husband, making me the happiest girl in the world.

I would drop out of college to be a cute little housewife, sporting an adorable little apron to make Carter laugh.

I was his wife; he was my husband. I planned to be there for him and be there to pick him up if he would fall.

Of course, when his hand went across my face, and I fell, I expected him to pick me up, caress me in kisses, and apologize for a horrible flaw in the management of his anger.

I expected to much.

Instead, he simply walked away as if nothing had happened, abandoning me on the floor.

I was alone, sitting on the cold tile flooring of my kitchen. Our kitchen. In the home I shared with someone I thought that loved me. I honestly felt like a puppy, one that was dumped off at a shelter- the owners not wanting to deal with it anymore.

My dreams were broken- along with my heart.