If I had to choose a moment in time when I knew my life would be different going forward—when I knew I would be different—this would be it.
We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.
I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.
Sick twisted Abby was in love, with sick twisted, beautiful Jake.
We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.
I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.
For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was hope.
He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.
Why do you want to touch me? I'm nothing. I'm no one.
