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A handful of soil - slightly wet with his tears, Evan slipped it inside the small velvet pouch.

It was a little difficult to hold Julius flush to his chest in one arm and pouring the soil in the pouch with the other... but he couldn't realize the difficulty for the agony he was feeling inside.

Evan stared at the grave stone before him and read the words craved up on it with moist eyes, another punch of pain pierced his chest as he did so.

In Loving Memory of Zessica Stewart. Beloved daughter, wife, mother and friend.

"Zess."

Her name tumbled out of his mouth in a croak. It felt like he was poisoned and the poison was slowly yet painfully spreading all over his trembling body travelling through his throbbing veins. The idea of living a life, where loud was the absence of the woman he fell in love with and passed so many years in marriage bond - was absurd.

But he knew, he had to. He had to live, he had to hide and lock this pain of losing her deep inside his heart. He felt Julius moving a little in his arms and making little sniffling sounds, the little one might have felt his father's chest rumble in heaving sobs.

For his child, for the last gift of Zess to him he would have to learn to live with this pain.

When he fell to his knees on the ground - head bowed down, Julius began wailing too. Evan's grip around his newborn child tightened a bit more, he was clutching on to the only hope of his life.

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Evan was startled awake from his deep sleep. The room was still drowned in darkness. Reaching out he touched his eyes slowly, they were itching irritably - like always whenever he slept and had the nightmare replay over and over again, a nightmare that was very much a reality. But tears wouldn't come like in reality, those moist drops never dropped from his eyes ever after that day.

Exhaling a shaky breath silently he sat up on the couch. Once again he had fallen asleep on the couch, at least it was more comfortable than his bed. Nowadays sleeping in the bed meant staring at the empty side of it for the whole night.

With sleepy eyes Evan looked around, he wasn't still sure of what actually had caused him wake up from his slumber but he did notice the eerily quite environment. It was too quiet - too silent.

Something was wrong! He thought and shifted slightly to have a better look around the whole living room after rubbing the leftover sleep away from his eyes.

For a long moment his eyes stopped at the direction of Julius's nursery, the door was creaked open a little with faint blue dim light seeping out. Little boy was having a goodnight's sleep peacefully over there too, the baby monitor proved that as well. Then what was wrong? He wondered.

He was about to get up and check out on Julius anyway. His whole body stiffened at the sudden movement caught from the corner of his eyes. His head snapped sideways towards the opened window so quickly he heard his neck making a soft cracking noise. The almost inaudible noise seemed weird to his own ears in this deafening silence.

Evan kept his gaze stuck on the window, and then, he saw it. There were shadows -- multiple shadows of people trying to enter his house through the bloody window.

Evan was on alert, all the muscles of his body tightened in tension. No one dares to enter Evan Stewart's house without his permission. He had this evil reputation of beating up people over whom he got really mad.

But here in this small town people certainly didn't know that fact about him for the reason he had just shifted here yesterday. Anyways they were going to learn and be aware of his reputation now rather than later - starting with those two.

Yes, his steely gaze upon the window counted how many people climbed in. Two silhouettes stepped inside his living room, now they were making little noises - whispering to each other. The weird thing was they were slightly swaying too as if walking on a slippery floor.

Slowly, Evan stood up holding his breath. As he approached the unsuspecting shadows who were tiptoeing around, he wondered what their purpose was. Were they just regular thieves or planned robbers? Had one of them planned to open the main door of the house from inside so that more bas****s which were probably waiting outside could barge in? What if they conspired to kidnap Julius?

The last thought made him grit his teeth in anger. The mere thought of some strangers taking his tiny son away from him made him sink in despair - shake in uncontrollable rage.

No one will take his child away from him. No one!

With that final vow he plunged on to the nearest shadow he could grab in the darkness. His one hand wrapped firmly around the guy's throat blocking his air supply. He easily lifted the guy off of his feet and slammed the moron's body against the wall roughly.

Evan could feel the other guy punching on his back and screaming, the guy he had pasted against the wall with his hand around his throat - was clawing at his shoulders. Evan noticed the guy had long nails for a man. Behind him the other guy was throwing all the ridiculous curses and name callings at him... and Evan had had enough. Turning a little left Evan kicked at the guy's what he thought was stomach but in the darkness there was a possibility that the kick might have landed somewhere more - delicate. The immensely painful cries and groans proved that.

Remembering the light switch wasn't far away, Evan felt around the wall with his free hand.

The moment the fluorescent light shone brightly Evan had a proper look at the guy's face and his breath hitched in surprise.

The guy was indeed not a guy. It was a woman! A woman with hair highlighted in various bright colors that at first sight dazzled his eyes. A woman whose face had turned completely purple and her eyes were bulging out. The sight was absolutely horrible.

The next moment Evan's hand loosened it's grip around her neck and the woman slid down the wall to lay as a lump on his feet.

Evan took a shocked step backwards.

What the hell!

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That was the prologue friends, prologue of "You've Got A Way", Book two of You're Still The One. You don't need to read Book one - You're Still The One to read this book... but if you do it'll add more fun to your reading. Don't believe me just do it... haa haa... (uptown funk style :P)

Tell me how you felt about the prologue. If you've questions - ask me, I'll try to answer them to the extent of not revealing too much of the future of this book... :D  

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p.s: Forgot about this very important thing! Thanks for your suggestions about what to name this series, I've thought a lot - A LOT!!! And then simple - "YSTO" (short term of You're Still The One) came into my mind, settled there and refused to leave. (the stubborn thing) The credit goes to miladybabe , she was the one using it during a comment when the name entered my brain.
Do you guys like this - "YSTO Series" ??