THIS IS NOT A CONTINUATION!!!! just made up for fun, don't take this personally please. this isn't like the original books written by Anna Todd.

-“Don’t you fucking start Jamie” he growls and I’m shocked at his violent approaches. He starts pacing back and forth, every so often balling his fists up until they turn pale. “You left me! You fucking left me when you promised you wouldn’t!” he begins to shout. “I…” “Do you even know what happened that night Jamie!?” He says kicking a pile of small pot plants across the patio. I gasp and tears begin to fall heavy from my eyes as I remember exactly what happened. “Well!?” he continues. I just nod my head and look down at my hands. “Then say it!” he spits, but I stay silent. “You know what I’ll say it!" he says turning darker... - After leaving Harry ten years ago, Jamie returns back to a dark and broken boy. Conflicts of their past are hashed out and slowly brushed under the rug and Jamie finds herself falling for her long lost friend. With a life filled with drugs, alcohol, schemes, violence and mistreatment of women, can Harry give Jamie what she truly wants or is he just messing her about like the rest of them? There's plenty of women who will stop at nothing to not give him the chance to show her...

Hello, my name is Elizabeth James and this is my story. The story of how I ended up here, in this crazy house, otherwise known as the mental hospital. Two years ago is when it all started. I moved here, in Los Angeles, CA from Queens New York. I've always been the shy kid. The one that's in the back of the room that never says a thing. The one that has many secrets but never tells a soul. You never know who you can trust anyways. They made this facility for "crazy" people like me, but truth be told... the whole world is a mental wreck, but your eyes just don't see past the pretty faces.