Blood was everywhere, my parent's bodies lay against the wooden surface.
No sign of the intruder, and I have no signs of any other family.
Aside from my brother, but he is currently stationed in Iraq. I miss him so much, he is the only person I have left, and if he dies then I will be torn apart.
I'm left with nowhere to go; so they decided to send me to a foster home in Florida. Not that I want to be moved four states away from Pennsylvania , but it's what is best for me.
Nothing really matters anymore, but I will miss one specific person, Jax.
(I don't post regularly. Just a warning❤️)
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.