When her sister dies, heartbroken Lizzie Breen is literally left holding the baby, or in this case her four year old nephew Nate. Amongst her sisters things she finds the contact details for the boy's father, and contacts him. But she doesn't want to lose her nephew, especially not to cynical and angry Oscar. She'll fight to keep things as they are, do whatever it takes. But Oscar Wicker has different ideas, he wants his son more than anything, but annoying Lizzie starts to grow on him too... He's unreliable, selfish, but he wants her and Nate to count on him.

Anya Anderson was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was just eleven. Skip six years ahead, and she has never experienced the normality of teen life. Not the hangover the next morning or the fear of getting caught. Or even the exhilarating feeling of first love. The only connection she has to feeling normal is her best friend Sophie. "I can't make myself feel like I'm apart of something." Caleb Hodgmen is your typical eighteen year old lad. Ever since his dad left eleven years ago, he finds it difficult to express feelings. He's known the be associated with Jackson's group, who quite frequently get him into trouble. But when Caleb's at home, he just wants to be a supporting son and brother. "I always get this feeling that I'm a constant burden in people's lives." When Caleb is forced to attend group therapy sessions, he meets Anya. And an endless amount of possibilities open up for them. But when everything seems to be seemingly perfect, Caleb learns more about Anya's past and the difficulties she has had to face. And continues to face daily.

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }