#here is fallon

 BIOGRAPHY 

When she was a child her dad told her every night that she was destined for greatness, her name itself descended from a ruler itself. so she always expected nothing but the best when it came from either of her parents, even the world. As she grew older, she never had a worry in the world, her father was a nature born Sicilian just like herself, her mother was born in new America but one trip to Italy and fell in love with this big powerful man. Her arrival to Los Angeles she was merely a few years old and was welcomed with luxury and opportunities not a lot of people had. 

Her parents never expected too much from her, just to act as she should in front of guest. As she grew older she wished that she would be part of this normal life she saw on tv. normalcy was never part of who she was due to her family and simply who she was. So when she met Donovan things changed, a handsome captivating man who didn’t try to show her who she was but embraced the dark side of her, the fire that erupted from her. Secret rendezvous from her parents simply because they would never accept someone who wasn’t as self righteous as them. When the time came that she wanted more she came clean to her father and their was simply Fernando wouldn’t do anything for her. 

Yet things began to change, once her father blessed their relationship Donovan began to change the way that he treated her, she wasn’t allowed to go to certain functions, she couldn’t go out with friends and shortly after that the bruising started, if she spoke out of turn a new bruise would be added to porcelain features, though never her face. He couldn’t risk her parents finding out what he was doing to her and Fallon was simply to ashamed maybe part of her thought that she simply deserved what he had been doing. Not a lot of it was bad moments, there were times when they were actually happy but those were short lived, especially when she came to the realization that she was pregnant. 

The anger was tenfold and one night he came home drunk, telling her that the baby and was carrying would have to be taken care of. For the first time in a while she stood up for herself, screaming that she would not let it happen again. As he lunged for her, the steak knife she had been holding in her right hand plunged into his chest ; one time, two times, three times until her hands and dressed were covered in his crimson blood. her hands trembled after the anger fueled from her body, the only person who would have her side no matter what had been her father. pulling his strings he made the whole situation go away, due to her actions that night she suffered a miscarriage and fell into a deep depression. She wouldn’t eat, barley sleep ; nightmares of that night followed her even while she was awake.