His fault.

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He had hurt me.

He had destroyed me.

He had left me broken and undone.

Tears poured down my rosie red cheeks for the last time that day. This was the last time I'd ever cry for him. The last time I'd ever cry for any boy. My soft heart had now turned to stone, and it was all his fault.

But now he was back. Two years later his eyes pieced me again, only this time it was different. He wasn't here for his own twisted issues, he was here with his brother and his brother, well he was here for me. Uh uh.

Ex boyfriends, trashy parties, a look at the inside of a jail cell and more follow Eliana throughout her life of fighting, fleeing, and forgiving. Life is hard, but no one ever promised it would be easy.

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