Jessyka Allen sighed. Her week had sucked. Actually the last month had sucked. She sighed again. s**t. Her life sucked. She had no idea how she’d gotten to where she was . . . stuck, with not many options open to her. She never thought she’d be the type of person who’d stay with someone who hurt her, but here she was.
lifeIt was always so easy to say, “The first time someone hit me, I’d be gone,” but in real life it turned out it was much easier to say than to do.
Jess had grown up in a suburb of Los Angeles. Her parents weren’t rich, but they weren’t poor either. She was able to get the clothes she wanted and she had good friends in high school. She wasn’t the most popular girl in school, but she also wasn’t an outcast either.
Jessyka had been born prematurely, and as a result, one leg
