Prologue

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"Please, baby, please promise me you won't do this anymore! It's all going to be okay, I promise. Babe, look at me, LOOK AT ME! You have to promise you won't do this anymore. I need you. I love you so much. I need you, so don't do this okay?"   She looked at him, wide eyed and scared. Too many thoughts crammed her head and she was a tornado of emotions. She just wanted him to hold her and not let her go. 

Brooke was a sobbing mess. She had mascara stained tears dried onto her red face and her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes.  Why is he the only one who doesn't hate me?  She thought. He was suffocating her in his strong arms, but she didn't care. Someone loved her, truly loved her and that's all that mattered to her in that moment. 

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