What happens to London when she finds her boyfriend sleeping with someone in the bed that she has to sleep in every night, and has nowhere else to live? Does she leave to go back to her abusive family back in San Antonio, or will she find love with someone else under the same roof?
For the forbidden fruit is always bitter. But this one I promise you, is fatal. [ all rights reserved © horrorwild ]
they speak to one another through held glances, exasperated sighs and sharp, nervous movements. in hushed, dead languages i'd never understand. messages tapped through oak tables to each other. they seemed so elite-the way they carried themselves; an unattainable and glorious confidence i lacked. they, known or unknow...
