Prologue

“Love, like a river, will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle.”

I had to get away. I don’t know what I expected. All these promises that come crashing down on me like the waves of the ocean when I was six and thought I could swim. The feeling of washing up is the same; defeated. I lost my trust in that ocean. I didn’t ever want to try again.

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“Where the fuck are you going to go? Huh? You have NO ONE!” He yelled at me, following me room to room as I gathered my belongings. I decided to stay silent and let him be a jerk. I didn’t actually know where I was going to go, I just knew this was the last time I involve myself with a man. I shut myself in the bathroom, listening to him pounding on the door, and checked my cell phone contacts for anyone I could call. My mother was my last resort. I went down the list one by one and I landed on a name I never thought I would call. My brother, Zach. It was a chance I was willing to take.

And that’s how I got myself involved in something bigger than I intended.

A/N: I’m going to tell you all right now. I can’t promise this will be a good story, or that I’ll even finish it. But writing it makes me feel productive, and that’s what I’m going to do. R&R?