Violet
I thought I had finally found a new friend, new people to hang out with after Nate.
I thought Cassie was my friend, and her brother, though rough and arrogant, was not a bad person. Not entirely.
But that was my fault for thinking so.
He had warned me countless times to stay away from him. There was literally nothing about him online.
Yet, I had been stupid enough to rush to the first person who smiled at me. I sniffled and let the tears flow freely down my eyes when the cab was finally away from Elijah’s place.
And the tears just wouldn’t stop coming.
What had I even expected? His sister had told me that girls were used to throwing themselves at him, that he was used to getting all the attention from them.
Why the hell did I think I was any different? What made me assume h
