SLOW UPDATE I've made lots of mistakes wishing time travel existed in this century, I guess I expected too much getting my hopes up for nothing. I didn't think our future would turn out like this ignoring the pain in my heart. He broke my heart crushing it till it's unrepairable, I trusted him giving not only my body but my heart for him to destroy. I should of known better and yet I am blinded by his charms believing his lies, I promised myself to never love again fearing for another broken heart. He showed me how to love again and catch me when I fall, sharing our secrets together and given him my trust and my heart. Secrets revealed I learned what type of person he truly is, I fear to trust and love again because of him, everything we've been through is a lie including our friendship. I run away from my past to start a new future, we have secrets to keep and I am not planning to reveal mine. So why did he find me? What he is trying to achieve? I'll do everything in my power to hide the ones who keeps me sane, the ones who showed me a true meaning of love and life. I won't let him destroy that, he may destroyed my heart but he will not destroy them. Over my dead body. Copyright © 2016 . All rights reserved to YasmineFernandez9984 Warning: Contains mature content and violence.

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?