Forbidden Fruit

Stacey Steele and Riley Greyson believe that they are soulmates - but their bonds run deeper than they could've ever imagined...


1. Prologue

Before I begin, I'd like to get one thing perfectly straight. I have never been one to fall in love at first sight. That's for people in books and bad, cliched, romantic movies that put me to sleep. But when I met him, he seemed so perfect. Believe me, I had no idea what was going to happen, or who he really was. But one question that keeps me up late at night is this - if I had known who he was, would what happened have happened? I will never know the answer to that, and neither will he.


Anyway, I'd like to get a few things out of the way before I properly begin. First off, my family history. My name is Stacey Steele, and I am twenty three years old. That's the simple part out of the way. My mother was an alcoholic, and a drug addict twenty five years ago. She was in an on-off relationship with my father. She had a child before she had me with him. My brother. He is two years older than me. He was taken into care. My parents were both alcoholics, and drug addicts at the time. My mother and my father were devestated. To their credit, they pulled themselves together, kicked their habits, and they sorted out their relationship. And then she got pregnant with me. For the first twelve years, my life was pretty normal. I had no knowledge of my parents past.  


When I was thirteen, they finally told me that I had a brother. Keeping in mind that I was still just a child at the time, I was ecstatic. I thought they meant that I had a brother, and I was going to see him. I couldn't wait. They had to explain to me that he was in care, and we would probably never meet. They explained why he was in care. I grew up quite a lot that day. I demanded to know why they hadn't tried to get him back. They was completely honest with me, once again to their credit. Mum told me that she thought that my brother was better off in care than with her. They wouldn't tell me his name, how old he was, what he looked like, whether he knew about me, or anything about him. Dad said to me that I couldn't meet until I was at least eighteen.


After that conversation, all I thought about was my brother. My every waking thought was about him, and even some of my dreams as well. In my dreams, he was a shadowy figure. I would always try to chase him, calling out to him. He was always just out of my reach. I'd wake up with my heart pounding and eyes watering. I still have that dream until this day. Instead of dettering me, these dreams only made me more curious about the brother I had never met. What was his name? What did he look like? Would we get along if he was still here? Would he like the same things that I did? Did he even know I existed? Did I have other siblings that I didn't know about? Everytime I saw a boy in the street who looked a couple of years older than me, I wondered if he was my brother. It may have been a little obsessive - I admit that freely. I considered asking Mum if I could meet him, as pointless as it seemed, but decided against it. She had gotten very upset when she told me about him - I wasn't going to put her through that again. It just wasn't fair. But obviously, that didn't stop me from wondering about my brother.


By the time I was eighteen, reality had kicked in. My brother probably didn't know that I existed. He was probably living a happy life, and I didn't want to disturb that. And besides, what was I supposed to say to him? Hi, I'm Stacey, and by the way, I'm your sister. How awkward would that be? But I still wanted to meet him pretty damn badly. After a hell of a lot of consideration, I decided against it, and moved on with my life. He was probably happy, maybe with a family of his own. He didn't need me coming in and screwing everything up, which I am so very good at.


Before you read this, keep in mind just one thing - I'm a person, just like you. I have thoughts and feelings, and I hate being judged. People have judged me when they have met me, and heard about what I have done. So I must ask you to keep an open mind as you read this, and don't judge me. Try to see things from my point of view. I know what I did is illegal, but that didn't stop me. I'm not going to try and defend myself with useless excuses. The first time I broke the law may have been an accident, and I didn't know what I was doing, but I was aware of my actions from that point on. I know what I did, but I'm not ashamed of it.

To recap: my name is Stacey Steele, and I am a person just like you.

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