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Prologue

I didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated

She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets

I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let limpse behind her mask

She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences

I thought she was a saint

She thought I was a sinner

Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth

We both paid the price

We destroyed each other

Chapter 1

If I knehat I suspected then, I’d like to think I would’ve done things differently I would’ve planned better, worked harder, stressed out on , na&iu, scary world of life

Now, I looked back on the past with a strange fondness While I lived it, it seemed hard but now it seemed so incredibly easy Especially nohen the present seemed impossible and the future dire and bleak

That wasuntil I ood idea, Clue" The gothic oyles decorated plinths and overhangs; huge pillars soared to at least six stories high I didn’t know anything like this existed in Sydney, let alone in the rich and exclusive Eastern Suburbs

My fingers hadn’t stopped twitching for my knife ever since we stepped off the bus and headed toward a residential suburb instead of the party district in town

Losing ourselves in a rabbit warren of streets, ht be one experience that would end up killing us

"Stop being such a worrier You said you’d co to stern

Myto see past the grandeur to unveil the tricks of such a place It couldn’t be real? Could it?

It see past century It sent chills down es of insane, broken woe double doors halted our entry The thick wood, eht iron accents in the shape of a fox on a wintry night, cracked open to reveal a black-suited bouncer with oil-slicked hair His body jammed the doorway like aand a shark

His eyes frozeus with just one look His pupils were black as the night behind us and held a cocky glint

"You better have the password; otherwise you’ll wish you never set foot on this stoop" His gaze swept to the concrete beneath us A raved with a chisel into the stone It looked hand done and rudimentary, but held a certain threat all the same

Was that Russian? I couldn’t make out the verse, but I inched to the side in roove of letters

"We were invited by Corkscrew He gave us a one-night pass" For the old and silver dress, and coaxed my thick chocolate hair into some resemblance of curls and waves, I wanted to throttle Clue

She was my dearest friend, closest confident, flatmate, babysitter, and non-blood sister, but I wanted to kill her for dragging ht

Clue and I had history--linked by shared dreams and hopes We wouldn’t let the other fail And that was the only reason why I hadn’t knocked her out and dragged her unconscious body back home

She knew all I wanted to do was return to our crappy two bedroom apartment and avoid the world She also knew I’d suffered so much in the past feeeks that I’d hit rock bottoht Life had effectively pulled the rug, the flooring, and the fucking planet froru my very reason for existence, she swore and cursed ht be in a bad place, but she needed edies happen I couldn’t change the future by eitherout with her And as e, to threaten her to take me home to Clara, I didn’t

"Corkscrew, huh? What discipline?" The bouncer crossed his arht from the stress of the last feeeks, but it didn’t stop e in Clue’s slinky dress

My sto to me like a second skin A web of lace covered uise the sluttiness My entire figure was on show, co air