School from nine to four.
Bartending from nine to two.
Wake up and do it all over again.
All while depending on no one but myself…
because everyone in my life has repeatedly let me down.
I cling to the one thing that will always remain a constant in my life:
Body art, photography, painting… you name it and my interest is peaked.
Almost as strong as his interest in me.
I wanted nothing to do with him.
But he was the type who took what he wanted.
His hate became his obsession.
And his obsession became so much more.
I am his good girl.
And I wonder if he'll ever let me go.
WARNING: No fluffy kittens, glitter, rainbows or unicorns. Explicit scenes of physical and sexual violence and adequate loads of mindfuckery.
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