Pearl- is actually me. I've changed everyone's names. I wanted an outlet to write about my survival story. My diary Hope this helps someone teaches and informs someone don't be afraid to take your power back. (Not done editing) TRIGGER WARNING" This story is very mature #1 in Memoir January 2023 #1 in Freedom Of Speech since December 2022 ( FOR COPYRIGHT REASONS I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE)

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)