To Right My Wrongs (TRKOW #3)

Chapter 1

And I guess the bad can get better

Gotta be wrong before it's right

-Growing Pains by Alessia Cara

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Years later...

Hannah

The higher you are, the harder you fall.

I snorted.

I never thought I would have to learn the meaning of those words. For years I had everything: lived in luxury, never worried about what to eat, never hesitated in getting what I wanted no matter who I had to hurt.

That all changed a few years ago.

I won't bother with the full story, it's incredibly boring... But I will say it was life changing in more ways than one.

Rich girl wants to stay rich, rich girl fucks her family over, family ends up putting rich girl in jail, rich girl ends up with nothing.

Now, former rich girl is utterly poor and trying to figure our what to do with her life. She didn't have a home, didn't have a place to call her own, hardly even had a family.

And there was so many things to fix.

I could make up many excuses for my actions left and right, be smart enough to fool others but I didn't want to. For the past years I'd come to acknowledge what I did and confront it. To say that I was at peace would be a terrible lie; I regretted everything, some things more than others. In life you fuck up, you accomplish and you suffer. Either way, you can't take the things you've done back. It's a permanent scar left on your soul, every action, every word, every single thought - it all stays with you, shapes you into who you are.

If you let it.

I'd let everything in my environment shape my thoughts. I had been weak. 

I sighed, lying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. It was dark already and though the day had been very eventful after Evie's birthday, I couldn't say I was tired, especially not after my talk with Derek.

Or lack of conversation.

I couldn't have expected for him to talk to me. To be honest I hadn't expected anything at all. 

And indeed, I hadn't received anything.

I'd lost my opportunity with him years ago and now it was my time to finally face it. 

"Are you okay?" 

I turned towards the door, watching how Evie tightened the robe around her body. 

Evelyn stood by the doorway, her curly hair falling down to her shoulders, face bare of any make up wearing a concerned expression. That was one of the many differences between us, her hair was so curly while mine was straight. She was always so loving while I had always been very superficial. We grew up in the same home but were raised different ways. There were endless differences between us, they were hard to ignore. 

We were sisters. Maybe not your conventional 'steal your clothes and gossip over boys' sisters, but sisters nonetheless. I believed that now, even if it was difficult for me to say the words out loud. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, sitting back up. "The house is very pretty."

I heard footsteps and immediately I knew who was approaching. Nathan appeared behind Evelyn and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.