I thought moving here would erase the past. I was fucking wrong, I'll admit it... I messed up, alright? But I didn't think that he would come after me. I also didn't think that I would fall in love with a great guy, my poler opposite at that. He's too good for me, all I'm gonna do is make him a fuck up like me. I don't know, but maybe I deserve what I had. The bruises... They didn't last long, so why should I complain? But maybe, just maybe.. I did deserve this new feeling they call happiness, and I call a second chance at life. ---- This story will contain sex, drugs, alcohol, and abuse. If you have a fucking problem please don't read it. I really hope you all enjoy. ~~~ Don't be mad if I can't update every day/night. I do surprisingly, to myself and others, indeed have a life. I will try though to update as often as I can.