"I'M NOT SOMETHING TO BE PASSED BACK AND FORTH." she screamed at me with hurt shining in her hazelnut eyes. Anger and sadness,wondering how I could have orchestrated this madness. How could I have been the one in charge of such deceit? "How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me." That was the moment my heart broke. And a week later I was sitting alone in my apartment outside of Hollywood wondering where my foolproof plan had gone so wrong. She should be here with me. I loved her. How had I hurt the only person I ever loved? How had I not seen it before it was too late? This is the middle of our story though. And to know the whole terrible truth we need to start at the beginning. The story starts the second that I saw her and felt something shift inside of me. My need for her overshadows everything. That's why I'm going to get her back.