Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"Touch me, you're electric, babe Move me, take me from this place Movin' to the tempo, show me what it takes Speeding up my heartbeat, playing in the flames"
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Gina refills my cup of tea at the kitchen counter. Droplets of tea manage to cascade the fine marble due to Gina's shaky hand. She smiles, then carefully brings the tea to my side. Thanking her, I bring the cup up to my nose and inhale. Chamomile, lavender, and a hint of honey. I blow on it a few times before taking a generous sip. Still, the liquid burns my tongue. I set the cup down on the table beside me and stick my tongue out.
"Oh dear! Are you okay?" Gina says, grabbing me the cold water bottle on the coffee table.
I giggle at Gina's worry. "It just burnt my tongue. I'll manage, Gina, thank you."
Gina let's out a sigh and wipes her hand across her forehead. "Phew, you frighten me sometimes dear."
Ever since the incident that occurred just three nights ago, everyone has been on guard for anything that could possibly happen to me. Gina and Miguel have barely left my side. Stephan and Daniel aren't afraid to show their love for each other as they practically made out on top of me the other day. Sabrina, Noah, and Corey have been over every now and then—mostly Sabrina and I doing face masks, pedicures, and boy gossip.
The little family I've made within months have grown closer and far more protective than ever. It's as if I've known them my whole life. And it's something I don't ever want to lose.
My father, on another note, has been MIA since the day I kicked him out. Every fiber in my body is pulsing with the constant fear and anger of him returning. Truth be told, I hope he rots in hell.
"Honey," Gina croons. She sits in the vacant spot next to me on the bed. "I know I'm not your mother, I can never even come close to comparing with her, but," tears begin to build up in Gina's eyes. She sniffles, "but I want you to know that I love you as my own daughter. Your strength; it's inspiring to me. I'm envious of it. You keep me going—no, you've kept me going for months now. I'm proud of the young woman you've become, and I know your mother is as well."
