Prove Me Wrong
  • LECTURES 243
  • Votes 2
  • Parties 11
  • Durée 55m
  • LECTURES 243
  • Votes 2
  • Parties 11
  • Durée 55m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mai 19, 2012
Living out her days in a quiet apartment with her 8 year old son and still mourning the death of her parents, Harmony thought she'd never have to think about her highschool ex-sweetheart ever again. Until, one day, she finds out he's her new doctor IS none other but the royal jerk Callis Underwood, who dumped her on graduation night.  Bestowed upon with the burden of keeping her alive throughout her battle against Cancer, Callis learns that Cancer isn't the only thing troubling Harmony. He tries to mend their broken relationship in spite of the hardships and obstacles along the way.
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Formerly known as 'His Angel' ~ "Harmony" it was her name; no longer a scream but a simple word. She lifted her head, and saw him standing in front of her, hanging over and blocking the warm sun. She continued to cry, gripping the dog so tight she was probably fucking hurting her. "I can't take it anymore," she said, her lip quivering, her tongue tasting salty. Waiting for the inevitable, "I can't do it any longer." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Mony-" He leaned down gently, sitting in the grass across from her, trying to catch a glimpse of her face hidden in shame. How could he ever kill her? He couldn't even imagine cutting a hair on her head. "Harmony-" she looked at him with bright red, puffy eyes. "Will you come with me?" So much hesitation on her face, the sight of it fucking killed him. But, she reached out a shaky hand, slipping it into his. ~ Harmony finds her trusting nature doesn't always do her good, and the biggest mistake she ever made was walking home with a man who insisted they were taking a shortcut. She wakes up, cold, tired and terrified, chained to a wall in a stranger's basement. Unbeknownst to her, she's now in the hands of someone else so much worse. She finds herself determined to escape his grip in any way possible, even if it means doing what he wants and pretending to like it. And as more time goes on, Max seems to be further taken by her, doing everything to try and mend bridges to get her to stay. But, she can't become complacent; that's how people die. She's found herself deep into the underbelly of life others don't know, where laws are not the same, where people are not the same. Surrounded by a pack of gun runners, thieves and murderers, she starts to question if she could ever go back to her old life. When does the puppetry start being the truth? ~ Not everything is always green and blue.