This story contains talk of a suicide in a plot line. Please do not read if this bothers or triggers you. Stay safe. ❤
When I left, my mom didn't notice I was gone for four days. Four. The news broke on CNN first, that after a massive manhunt in the forest near my home, she'd thought I committed suicide or been murdered. She thought I was at the bottom of a lake somewhere, or in a dingy motel room bathroom like him, my body undiscovered still. Well, really I was in the middle of nowhere with a couple of hippies on a search for my sister my dad left for me, with no idea where to even start looking. I guess there's no short way of explaining all this, really. It's sort of a long story.
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.