Let Me Love You {on your knees} book 1

Prologue

"Good morning!" I had stealthy made my way down the stairs and slid into the kitchen with my fuzzy socked feet. My mom jumped in her seat almost spilling her coffee onto the paper she was reading. I got a stern glare with the raising of an eyebrow and everything. But then her whole face softened and she smiled at me.

"Isabella Lynn... Are you trying to give me a heart attack child?" She snickered, quickly taking a sip of her coffee while she watched me cross my arms across my chest. "No mother. And I'm not a 'child' anymore. Today's the day!"

I could tell she was weary about it. Today was my 18nth birthday.... She was terrified of me growing up. Terrified of me being 'legal.' She clung onto me as best she could. We were all each other had had for the past 18 years.

"Yes my love. And happy birthday to you." She stood and enveloped me in her arms, very tightly. "Ma, you're squishing me... Can't. Breathe...." She loosened up a bit and started to laugh. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to ever leave meeeeee!" I laughed back at her and then she let go.

"I'm not going anywhere right now. It's the beginning of summer. I just graduated and I have a nice job at Starbucks. The college thing will be figured out eventually but for now I'll be here with you." I could tell that she was relieved to hear that. It made me feel a little better to say it too. I mean, I still didn't know exactly what I wanted to do...

What I did know was, I wanted to have one of the best summers of my entire life. And I deserved to. I just worked my ass off to graduate. It was a tough ending. I had some grades that needed major attending. So many countless after school hours and then at home... I was staying up until 2 most mornings working on stuff. But I did it. I got my s**t together and I graduated.

And now all I wanted to do was have fun. And relax. LA warped tour was this weekend, today was the first day actually and a few of my friends and I were going. I had saved up a good amount from each paycheck just to be able to buy a s**t ton of band merch. Almost every summer we attended warped tour and last year I hadn't had a job and my mom had only given me 50 bucks to spend. Now, yes that was very sweet of her and I was grateful but 50 dollars doesn't really get you much and there was so many things that I had wanted. I mean, I pretty much liked every band that played. And even the ones that I would just discover, I always wanted a shirt from each and everyone of them.

My taste in music was very unique and diverse. I barely ever criticized. I was very open to every genre. So, knowing myself, I had saved up 500 dollars for this tour. I know that sounds like a lot, but really... It's not. And I worked for it, so I deserved to spend it on what I wanted.

Happy birthday to me. This was going to be the best birthday yet.