Evelyn 'Eva' Monroe grew up with the stale smell of beer like it was baby cologne, with the sounds of shattered glass and vases like an old vinyl played regularly.
She grew up with the sight of her father's rage raining down mercilessly on her mother like they were goodnight kisses.
This is Eva's world — her concept of normalcy. The only type of 'home' she knows and believes to exist.
Fast forward to junior year of high-school, where gullible Eva meets the notorious Vincent Dyer.
Will she ever open her eyes to what else the world can offer, or will she be doomed to the curse of the abuse cycle, settling for the kind of man she was raised by?
After all, don't we only accept the love we think we deserve?
this book is for the torn and the frayed. this book is for the wayward souls who've built empires of hope only to watch them crumble to dust every time.
this book is for those whose hearts are windows, closed and bolted, unable to let in joy, and happiness and all things beautiful — stained glasses cracked beyond recognition.
this is to remind you that light does shine through broken windows, in those little beautiful streams of a heavenly sort of glow that fights its way to the inside through those ugly cracks.
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The Girl That Care Forgot ✓
Fiction générale[ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ] ••• ❝We accept the love we think we deserve.❞ But what does that really mean? This is Eva's story; a tale of a wayward girl who had a heart of glass and when it broke, forgot that light tends to creep in through the cr...