Not All Butterflies Are Free

"He raped me", she said. I repeated with nothing but a waiting look as the words echoed through my head, drowning all the other thoughts that popped up in my head like a raging wind blowing away the clouds. I looked at her as if she was a fragile cup that was wobbling on the edge of the table. The seconds ticking away as if they were minutes, the minutes as if they were hours. The time flew by as I waited for the moment she broke down- the moment the shaky cup would lean to the wrong side, fall down on the floor and transform to a thousand irreparable pieces.

Adam and Evangeline. This is the story about their friendship and about their developing love.

Adam and Dave. This is the story about family and about shocking disappointments.

This is the story about a love-triangle, but not like the ones you're used to know. A triangle of who to trust and who to believe.

The story about a son, a father and a caged butterfly.