Between the deafening sounds of my suffocating sobs, I can hear the voice of Savanah as it creeps up from behind me over my back. Then a gentle hand falls on my shoulder as she pulls me into her embrace.
“Lexi,” her voice is soft and a tinge of terror hides underneath the words that I know that she does not want to say, though, “What has that asshole done now again?”
It breaks every fiber that I have been holding onto to think that this is just history repeating itself. That Lucas, and dare I say, the demons inside me, has taken me down this road so many times before.
“Lexi,” she cups my face in her hands, “Tell me what is wrong?”
“Oh Savanah,” the words come strained through my stuttered breaths, “I think I am starting to remember.”
I watch as her brown eyes grow wide, not only is
