|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literaly. And He Has A Secret. (Prolouge)

(-Twenty One!!!-)

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused Raph to jump back.
It was my mother, she rose an eyebrow and gave me a quizzical look.

“Raph…” she says slowly. “I think its time for you to go home now.”

He nods quickly, “Yes Queen Avangelana.” Then turns and hurriedly strides out of the room.

My mom stares at me. “Rayne…What’s going on with that boy?”

“Honestly mother,” I sigh. “I have no idea…”
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“Well, goodbye Rayne. I’ll see you later?”

I nod, “Yeah, Raph. Soon.”

I close the door, lean against it and let out a sigh.

It had been three days since the ball. Since our almost kiss.

We’ve spent everyday together since then, but whenever were around each other there’s this…tension.

He still wants to.

Kiss me, I mean. I can tell. And a part of me wants him to just grab me and do it.

But the other part knows that at the back of my head, there will be that nagging voice telling me that this isn’t what I want.

He’s not who I want.

I run my fingers through my hair. A familiar feeling of pain moves through me, it’s the same one I always feel when I think about him.

It’s almost scary, how he made me feel so much so quickly. Alek.

Peter Parker was quite taken with him, he’s talked non stop about the man he met at the ball. He doesn’t like Raph at all though; he says he doesn’t know why.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear shouting; my mom comes running down the stairs. She’s sobbing almost uncontrollably.

“Rayne!” She cries “Oh Thank God you’re home!”

I grab her shoulders, “Mom!? What’s wrong?! Why are you crying?!”

She begins to speak but she’s is crying too much for me to understand what she’s saying.

“Mom! I can’t understand you!”

She takes a few deep breaths to calm her self down.

“I-its Peter Parker…I-I have no idea where he is… He’s…he’s just gone…”

I stare at her for a moment.

“Mom…” I start slowly. “What do you mean he’s just gone?”

“He was here! Now…now we don’t know where he is…Nobody has seen him for hours…”

Silence. She couldn’t be serious.

I walked past her a franticly began yelling his name or, names.

“Peter!? Peter!? Bruce?! CLARK?!”

I practically tear the whole hall apart. My heart is at a frantic rate…God please let him be alright.

Tess and her mother come over, we're all complete messes and crying. There are servants out in the forest looking for him, but there’s no sign of him yet.

“I don’t know how this happened.” My mom keeps rambling over and over. “I had him; he said he was just going to play for a while, to find something…”

I’m not really listening; I’m really just trying to keep myself from passing out. I’ve had a kid for about a week and I’ve already lost him...

I get up, and then I sit back down. I’m on my feet again, but I fall into the chair.

“What are you doing…?” Tess asked me, her eyes red from tears.

“I—I don’t know…I just don’t want to SIT here…I need to go find my son.”

All of a sudden, Tess’ mom lets out a high pitched scream, we all turn around to see Peter Parker
walking through the door.

I could barely contain myself.

“PETER!” I yell out.

I run over and pick him up and squeeze him until I’m sure he’s stopped breathing.

“Where have you been!? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these last couple of hours!? Huh? We have been worried sick?! We had no idea what could have happened to you! Don’t ever scare me like that again! Do you understand me?!”

Before he can answer I pull him back into a tight hug.

“Aw, momma…” he mutters. “And it’s not Peter Parker.”

I release him. “Okay, Bruce Wayne.”

He shakes his head.

“Clark Kent?”

“Nope.”

I puzzled. “It’s not Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent?”

“Nope.”

“Then what is it?”

It’s Donavon.”

“Donavon?” I repeat “What? Where did that name come form?”

My mother lets out a quiet gasp.

“That’s…” she whispers. “That’s Alek’s father’s name.”

I stare at her wide eyed for a minute, before I turn my gaze back to the small boy.

“Where have you been?”

“Well…” he begins. “I hear you cry sometimes, in your room momma, when you think I’m asleep. I know it’s because I don’t have a daddy. So I went to go find one!”

My mouth drops open.

He starts to grin. “Aren’t you proud of me momma? I’m very smart aren’t I? Cuz I’ll be four soon!”

“P-Peter…” I stutter.

“Donavon.” He interrupts.

“Donavon,” I say. “Where exactly did you find this…father?”

I hear footsteps,

Holy Mother Crap.

He hasn’t walked through the door yet, but I already know.

Its Alek isn’t it?