Katy.
She was my little sister, until the accident. But that's a different story.
Our house has always been a bad place. Full of abuse, violence, and punishment. Katy was happy, no matter what. I wasn't. Every other week I was locked in the cellar, put in the hospital, or being beaten till I couldn't walk.
Katy was never touched. I made sure if it. She was to innocent, to sweet, to beautiful. She was only six.
But that didn't matter to the monsters.
I was ashamed to call them my parents, but that's what they were.
Katy was just a little girl.
Why'd they have to do that?
Why'd they have to take her away from me?
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.