Rarity's Little Secret

Chapter One: Family Ties- Rarity stared at her reflection in the mirror that night. Her eyes started to well up with tears and tremble down her pale cheeks. As mascara collapsed under the faint pressure of the warm liquid, the pony sunk her face into her soft hoof. Deep melancholy groans echoed out from that little white crouched ball that night. How could this be? How was thing her reality?? Honestly, she thought, out of all the ponies she knew in this backwater town, that she was the center of this gruesome nightmare?

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Rarity grew up, as we all may know, ashamed of her history. Her father to start off, an earth pony, was a brute of a colt. Well, that's what Rarity thought. Even when momma pony hushed filly Rarity away to go and sleep early at evenings, Rarity yet understood it was only an attempt to convert her away from the darker reality of her father's drinking problem.

Rarity learned this early by awakening in the middle of the night to screams of driven anger, hushed tones of a pleading mother, and the occasional “crunch” of a broken glass being thrown at the wall. It goes without saying, Rarity grew more and more wary of the fights the older she became. Once she reached the age of maturation, she moved out, abandoning those patches of memories where she would shove her head underneath pillows and pray for a full quiet night. Equestria was indeed, a land driven by love. But then, sometimes, little creases of sin and discord slithers in the most vulnerable of places-like family life- to destroy and recount its many curses. If left untreated, it shall become darker, and denser.

Her mother was a genuine lavender unicorn with no fashion sense whatsoever, a less than colorful vocabulary and an airhead-ish personality. She was, however, a great cook who added generous amounts of yellow butter to Rarity’s dinner foods. Of course, these buttery pleasures plugged in Rarity generous heart, adding a more serving personality.

Despite being quite corpulent as a young filly, Rarity was yet blessed by not being tormented for that unfortunate reality. Perhaps it was the compassionate classmates of her year? Who knew. Well, of course she sharpened up as she had gotten older, but a percentage of that had to do with refusing to eat due to her fathers drunken surges. She cannot eat when she is afraid.

As for Sweetie Belle, Rarity could not say much about her, since her memory of her in her past life was virtually non-existent. Right after Rarity at made her gracious exit out of the home, Sweetie Belle seemed to mysteriously appear to fill her empty void.