Reckless Behavior

P R O L O G U E

A very close person to me had once said that love was deaf... you can't just tell someone that you love them. You have to show them.

He wasn't as bad as everyone had painted him to be. He was just misunderstood. There were parts of him I still didn't understand. But I was willing to try for his sake.

I was "perfect". A perfect lie. A perfect disguise. A perfect fake.

Imperfection wasn't an option in my household. Money and pretty little knick knacks and portraying ourselves as the "perfect" family was all that mattered. Anything less was unacceptable.

I had to admit that I was willing to live in my mother's footsteps. Look pretty and marry a rich guy while living a happily perfect lifestyle. So when he came along, those plans were put to a halt.

He was my escape route. He was my light at the end of the tunnel. He was the air I needed to breathe in my lungs and come back to life. It was more than physical attraction with him. It was mental and emotional.

He read right through me like an open book. He sometimes even finished my sentences. God, I loved him and I still do.

I'm Charlotte Ross and this is my story.