The name Cody Herbinko replays in my head over and over. Even the thought of his name makes me sick. How could I, Haylie Steele be such a fool to trust someone like Cody Herbinko. The countless nights I spend drowning my thoughts away in half-off nonpleasent tasting liqour. My throat is numb and I can no longer feel the burning sensation of the Alcohol. I'm such a mess. I would have never ended up like this if it wasn't for Cody.
