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i. no questions asked

NO QUESTIONS ASKED - DO NOT STEAL OR USE!!!

Description

"I don't want to be vulnerable.

I swore I would never be.

But then, you noticed me.

No questions asked."

Grace is a medical student with a mission to fix all those who are broken, but can she save herself from having her own heartbroken - and if not, who's heart does she have to break to get what she wants.

i am drowning

in a sea

of desire

and the only one

who can save me

is you.

- Christy Ann Martine

Prologue

SLAM!

Grace's eyes snapped open, her body jolted awake.

Confused by the disturbance, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and reached over to turn her side lamp on, illuminating the darkroom with light. Through fuzzy eyes, she saw her empty room.

Her walls covered in posters of her favourite band, Paramore, and her clothes scattered across the floor in heaps of mess. Her mother was definitely right - she needed to clean her room desperately, but what fifteen-year-old girl did she know had a cleanroom?

SLAM!

There was that noise again.

She huffed, tossing her black sheets away from her body and rustled around for her phone - she knew it was here somewhere, probably fallen down the side of the bed again like usual. She tossed her blonde hair over the side of the bed, the blood rushing to her forehead as she reached for her phone, the screen displaying the time. 2:00 am.

Who could be making such a racket at 2:00 am on a school night? It wasn't her mother, Sandra who has been working night shifts back to back in the hospital for the last week.

Slowly, Grace pushed her body off the bed to creep over to her window which overlooked the main road.

Peeking through the blackout curtains, the street lights lit the road giving her perfect view of the drama unfolding in front of her. She wasn't usually a drama focused kind of girl and usually she would just shut the curtains, turn around and go back to the comfort of her own bed ready for school tomorrow. However, she stood still and in silence as she watched the boy across the road scream.

He couldn't have been much older than herself, fifteen maybe. Too young to be screaming at what looked like a tall shadow. Grace squinted her eyes, although the house across the road had its lights on it was hard to see the situation in front of her. From what it seemed, the boy was crying in anger, his arms whaling around deep in an argument but from across the road, his shouts were blurred, protected by the four walls he stood in. Yet, protected was probably far from reality.

Suddenly, the dark figure struck and the boy fell out of sight. Grace held her breath. Did that just happen? She just witnessed something that she was not supposed to.Something that is unlikely to happen in such a neighbourhood. A quiet neighbourhood where Debby three doors down likes to hand out CherryBakes she spent all Sunday afternoon making from scratch - although Grace always thought it was just to hit on the fifty-year-old grumpy man across the street from her. Yet, there were whispers about the house across the road - they were always quiet. Even the day that they moved in, so quiet and uninvolved with the community.