Chapter 1

• Prologue
• "Everything Will Get Better"
• That's what my therapists, social workers, police officers, and doctors have been telling me all my life.
• I'm still waiting for it to happen.
• I lived seventeen years with my alcoholic father and taking care of my schizophrenic mother. Anything that happened to me was better than that, right?
• And for a moment, when I was sixteen, I thought that finally something good was happening to me. I thought Shawn was the salvation to my shitty life. My ticket to escape. That he was the only good thing I would ever have.
• We were going to live together forever, in a big house with lots of kids. That's what I thought when he asked me out for the first time. Imagine, the first date and I was already envisioning the wedding dress.
• What a big mistake.
• Shawn ruined my life, well, he made it worse than it already was. I couldn't rebuild anything there. All the walls that kept me strong crumbled after that. I couldn't pick up the pieces anymore. Not anymore.
• Because of my shitty life, I'm here now.
• Hoping that "Everything will get better."
• My mother was admitted to a psychiatric facility for her illness. My father... I don't know. I left home without saying goodbye to him, and I don't think he appreciates my absence either.
• I'm staying with my aunt and uncle in Welling, United Kingdom. They offered to take care of me for a long time, but I didn't plan on leaving my mother at that time. She needed me.
• Now without her, I had no excuse to stay in that place, I just had to leave.
• I thought I could be a normal teenager. High school, family, and the ability to breathe properly every time I walked the streets without being recognized as "the fucking liar" that I was to the ignorant ones.
• However, I still feared being pursued and someone finding out about my past, but I preferred to live in fear than in hell itself.
• My aunt is loving, I have a damn big wardrobe, a popular cousin. A huge and shiny house. And people who don't know me. This was supposed to be a fresh start.
• Everything was going perfectly fine. It was unreal.
• But of course, someone kicked my ass and made me react.
• I'm sure everything would have turned out great if Donovan hadn't crossed my path... Well, technically, if I hadn't crossed his.
• The guy with a dark aura and eyes that burned inside me awakened me.
• There was a spark from the first time our eyes met. At first, I thought it was the anger engulfing my body every time he uttered a single word to me, then I realized it was something much more significant and dangerous than that.
• That should have been a warning for me. I couldn't afford to fall in love, right? Not after my last and only relationship. But there was always something that brought us together.
• Him and me? Who would have thought? We are so different yet so alike. A combination that should never happen, but to my bad luck, it did. It came out terrible and perfect at the same time.
• They say you can have two types of love. One that destroys you and one that completes you, so I want to know... Can you have both in the same person?
• Donovan is what destroys me and completes me. He's what makes me cry and smile. He's what I need; but I shouldn't want.
• Donovan is the person you should never put your faith, hope, or love in. In my case, I shouldn't have placed my heart in his hands. I still remember his words, "Don't trust me." If only temptation hadn't blinded my judgment.
• "His secrets and mysteries began to call me, I wanted to find out everything about him.
• And I did.
• Here we are.
• Regretting or thanking God.
• I still don't know what to do."