Michael walked forward pushing me against the wall. "Don't tell me what to do you spoiled little slut!" he yelled slapping me across the face. I let out a small whimper but I won't let him see me cry. "Fuck. You." I yelled. Michael threw me over his shoulder and led me to his bedroom. I started punch and kicking him "Put me down" "You need to be punished. " ADULT CONTENT: Drugs, Sex, Alcohol, Attempted Suicide, Murder, Curse words. If you can't handle it then you shouldn't read it. Ages 16 & up. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy and understand this story is FICTION.

Cassandra Anderson is an expert in grief. Her mother died giving birth to her and she was adopted by a raging alcoholic. After being emotionally and physically abused all her life, she disguised herself with popularity. With blonde hair, a football-playing boyfriend, parties, and drugs. One night as she's stumbling drunk in the middle of the street, she meets Alexander Black- a caring, shy boy who shows her kindness. After a few years, they meet again- only this time, he's being introduced as her stepbrother and he's covered in psychological scars and tattoos. <Under construction, new and improved plot on the way>