Prologue
Prologue
There are so many types of stories out there. Romance, drama, horror, comedy, tragedies, etc. Typically in romance, guy meets girl. Girl meets guy. Something happens and they fall in love. Most of the time, there is a happily ever after. Actually, it's almost all of the time.
In horror books, there are normally tons of random, sometimes predictable, scares and there is a lot of death. Sometimes there is more death than anything, or the entire book could be death.
In drama, there is a lot fighting, mostly between family members, a great crisis that ruins everything and then brings them all together or a specific timeline from the past or future to draw you in.
In comedy, there is a lot of stuff thrown in just to make you laugh at them or the situation, love the story or jokes going on and want more of it.
So on, and so forth.
Well, my life can have all of those things mixed into it, so I don't know how to exactly describe it. I have been kicked, punched, bruised, cut, broken, stabbed and even pushed out a window, but somehow, I am still alive. I don't know how and I can't say why, but somehow, I am.
I don't know if I am the luckiest person alive or the unluckiest.
But yeah, my life has been Hell since I was young, so I was used to it already. Well, this was all before I met Beck Drake. At that point, I didn't think my life could get any worse than it was, but he proved me wrong.
Oh man, I was so wrong about that.
Anyways, my name is Angelica Lawson, but I am more commonly known as Angel. I have a little brother, Wesley, but he likes to be called Wes and isn't happy when you use his full name. I am twenty-one years old... Well, at least I was twenty-one years old when this all started. Now, I don't know anymore.
I had first met Beck at a diner I was working at the time. He was the bad boy who wanted my attention for some strange reason and I was the broken girl who had caught his fancy, not that I wanted it or needed it. One thing led to another and so on and so forth.
Anyways, let me tell you that Beck Drake ruined my life... But, he had also saved it. I hate him with every fiber of my being for what he has done to me and my brother, but you guys don't know what he did, do you?
Well, sit back and read on, but I have to warn you here and now, this is a graphic story. This is my, and other people's, retelling of the story I had lived, and I'm not holding anything back. I will tell you detailed stories of my abuse and you may not want to read anymore, which is fine. In fact, I want you to stop if you can't stand it.
But, if you can sit through it all, I hope you enjoy it because I didn't. And maybe it'll warn you and you'll proceed with caution with the next "bad boy" you meet at a diner.
