Contigo (Book 1)

Epigraph, Introduction and Disclaimer

Epigraph

❝ No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. ❞

— Eleanor Roosevelt

Introduction (Excerpt from Letter One)

Seventeen years.

That's what it felt like.

Three unbearable fucking years had somehow managed to convince me that my life was a disaster, simply because I'd gotten so used to every bad thing in my life; used to struggling each day to move forward—until you came along.

I'd heard about you.

People said you were horrible. A guy with no morals... Undisciplined. I didn't know what to think.

Of course, I knew I wouldn't like you. I hated mean people. Hated the way you swaggered into my little refuge, the epitome of all things big and careless.

I wanted to run for the hills. If you had looked at me for a second longer than you did, I would've ran for the hills. Nothing could explain the anger I felt when, once again I felt powerless, like there was nothing I could do when you took my cigarette, dropped it to the floor and crushed it with the heel of your expensive, leather shoe.

In that same cruel and candid way, I wanted to hurt you. To tear you down like everyone around me did to each other.

But Celestine, the moment our eyes locked... that moment was the first time in a long time I felt something... like I was home.

There was a pain in your eyes only someone like me could recognize. Maybe that's fucked up, but it's when I realized I wanted to be nowhere else but with this person—with you.

Disclaimer

Story contains the usage of violence, drugs, foul language, abuse etc. and is intended for an audience above the age of 16.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.