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PROLOGUE
DEVYN
We all have our secrets You have yours; I have mine I wish I could tell my secret to someone, anyone, but I can’t Even if I did, there’s no way anyone would ever believe me With his money and power,
When you’re rich and powerful, that’s hoorks in the world Charges disappear, legal records are kept pristine, and sins are buried in the deepest darkest corners, daring anyone ever to try to reveal theainst e girl over a dignified Supre him Everyone else would shake their heads and think I was a disturbed girl, acting out because she’d just lost her mother
Ever since she died sixed and pleaded with hio, but it’s too late I’ve become his possession I’m trapped here, doomed to meet a destined and destructive fate
I just wish I had a friend, someone to believe , I want tothis way anymore He’s already destroyed every part of me I’m forever ruined
Shhhh… Listen
Oh, God! He’s co Please, someone help me!
Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
DEVYN
Every little girl has her own hopes and dreams Each should have their precious innocence to hold on to and above everything, deserves to feel safe, special, and loved Unfortunately, thanks to ot the opportunity for any of that Because of her, I had no choice but to grow up entirely too quickly The disgusting places and vile things she’d subjectedfor e of five, I’d heard and seen things that no child should ever have to witness
Most would say that, given the circu me She was only seventeen when she hada runaway orphan should’ve ive me up, but I was her meal ticket, a security blanket of sorts
Growing up, I watched her lie and cheat her way through life, ht Always the quick thinker, my mother was adequately prepared with soe, she pulled out all the stops, even crying on a moment’s notice when the situation called for it Her skillful acting was so convincing that she could’ve easily beaten any Hollywood actress for an Academy Award
Just one look into her tear-filled eyes and people were putty in her hands Store owners would listen sy story and never p
ress charges One would think that after a few close calls, she’d learn her lesson, but it never stopped her froain
Whenever my mother did hold down a job, it was htclub Even though she made decent money in tips, it never made it ho habit worse It was like waving candy in front of a kid Popping pills and doing a line of blow gave her a welcome escape to her immensely troubled life
It wasn’t long that her relentless cravings caher price than she could afford There were so s that she couldn’t pay for Without warning, they’d co payment in full
Since she never had the money to pay what she owed them, it was either beaten or fucked out of her, often both at the sa blowjobs or bent over the kitchen table more times than I can count Soain her debt in exchange for tireed to it, she certainly didn’t stop the me to their crude reard to erously close to a line that never should be crossed Thinking back now, I believe those were theher
Foranywhere a ho I had to look forward to With our constant displace me in a new place became too much of a hassle for my mother to deal with It co Luckily, the library soon beca that I couldn’t get enough of Where drugs and fuckinga physics, or history textbook was ht it was pointless, even going so far as to tell h I inherited most of her physical features, I was deter out of myself Whatever the outcome, I refused to become like her
Unlike s or clothes Everything I had in the world fit in a sht, with only a duffle bag in hand, became my nor dealer, you run Town to toe’d flee into the night with no destination in mind She looked at life as a constant adventure, never worrying about a thing Just like a cat, she always landed on her feet
“It’ll all work out kid, don’t sweat it”