The smell of warm, baking bread woke her up that morning, much like it always did. The smell meant home to Natalie Powers, and home was never a good thing. For Devon, getting up was easy. For Natalie, it was never good, and she had no idea how she got herself up in the morning to face the day. Oh yeah, if she didn't get up in a timely fashion, she'd get an extra beating. That was great motivation to get up.
Natalie Powers was the daughter of the baker of the town. It was no secret that the man was abusive. But no one put a stop to it because then there would be no bread for the town in general. Each morning she'd get up, dress, and deal with a lecture with the man up in her face. His breath reeked. He needed a little mint leaves.
After the morning lecture Natalie would bring large sacks of flour around the bakery. Once her father had decided he was through baking, she'd lift a loaf of bread and run to the lake to meet her only friend: Devon. He was her only light in her dismal life, and he meant freedom. One day they'd leave their shitty lives here, and go somewhere. Somewhere amazing. And they would never look back.
Today, on a lovely as far as temperature day, Natalie made her usual venture out to the lake to found Devon laying shirtless in the sun. She couldn't help a wicked smile as she entered the clearing, and decided to sneak up on him. Ever so quietly she tiptoed to him before dropping to her knees nnear his head and peering down on him. The sun added a bright glow to her red hair, and her freckles accented her smile. "Devon Night, what would your mother say if she saw you like this?" she beamed as her daily bread was put on his bare chest.



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