Trisha Louise Lockwood. 

A girl who's tired of having a bad reputation. A girl who decides to change despite her challenging home situation. A girl who thought she was unreadable until she met Tobias Melvin. 

She didn't know one person could change her entire life. 

She didn't know one person could save her from so many demons. 

He calls her SUGAR despite her life being anything but sweet.

"When something tastes bitter, what do you do? You add sugar because it sweetens it up perfectly and it tastes better." Tobias responds, his eyes flickering between my lips and eyes. I feel like my heart is going to burst through my chest and I simply nod back at him. 

"I strongly believe if you enter someone's life, you'll sweeten it up completely," Tobias whispers, his breathing becoming shallow. His eyes are fully trained on my lips now and I let my tongue flick out, wetting my bottom lip. 

I don't know if it's my imagination but I'm sure I hear an animal like growl come from his throat. . . 
                     
Only for a split second. 

"Do you need sugar in your life?" I whisper bravely, my voice trembling. He takes a few seconds to reply but his response has me quivering at the knees -

"You know I do."

SUGAR

I slam the front door and take the stairs two at a time, unable to stop the tears from falling down my face. I brush them away hastily, hating that it's Tobias making me feel this broken. Along with being mad at him, I'm also mad at myself for letting it get this far. 


How could I not see the reputation I was building for myself? 


"Not now Mum!" I yell back, closing my bedroom door and diving on to my bed. I grab my blanket and pull it over me, inhaling the warm scent. It does little to comfort me. My door flies open and Mum stands in the doorway, glaring at me with her phone in her hand. 


"Did you call your father?" Mum asks me, her eyes narrowed. I blink back at her for a few seconds — 


"It's a simple question, Trish. Did you call your father?" 


"No, why? Is dad coming home?" I ask, excitement building up inside me. Mum narrows her eyes further at me and I frown. 


Messy night.