Being different is hard. Especially for a girl who does not fit in with anyone, not even her family. Heather is drawn to laughter, and sounds. Movement and color. And the outside world. Something is outside, something is always pulling her there, but for some reason she is never allowed to leave the house alone.
"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious...