'My side ached from where he had kicked me numerous times but there was no time to examine the harm he had caused to my body. My eyes still watered from the pain but I ignored it and, with one last look at my place of salvation, I turned back to the window just as I heard a loud banging noise from my room door. My hands shook furiously as I fumbled with the stiff locks, pulling and twisting them with all my might until the rusty hinges finally squeaked. "Come on, come on, please..." I repeated to myself over and over, wishing these words could somehow speed up the action. '
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.