Having worked his butt off at two jobs since he was sixteen, Taylor was finally able to invest to create his own company, and better yet, buy himself a small house. It had its kinks; needed some appliances, had a leaky water faucet, and what not, but it was his! He soon comes to find out that there are a few extra bits and pieces he needs to work on in the home besides just the basics. There's a constant clinking sound at night that he can never manage to pinpoint... and a houseguest he wasn't anticipating.

My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)