At the mere age of ten I watched my parents get brutally murdered. The cops arrived before he could kill me and so he fled. Before he left he promised me he’d come back for me and that my death would be spent watching the ones I love die as well. Well here I am eight years later and he’s back. He leaves little things threatening friends and family. The thing is I pushed everyone away to ensure they’d never half to feel the pain I did. I moved from town to town and I recently just moved to this one. I never made friends and I scared anyone who tried to become my friend. What I didn’t expect was the welcoming people in a small town in California and I most definitely did not expect to fall in love.