He is my tormentor; he is my protector.
He is my suffering; he is my solace.
He is my abductor; he is my lover.
He is my end; he is my beginning.

A Sunflower to the Sun.
A Moth to a flame.
An addict to a drug.
I was his nothing but he is my everything.

Touching the Heart of Ace

“You do not get to tell me what I should do.” 


“Oh, I do, Davidson. You are not...” I hung up the call. 


Jason was my best friend but there were times in my life I just wanted to kill him by my own hands. 


I meant when mom and he visited during the Bugatti issue he was so understanding. He stayed with me two days longer and I cried to his chest because I was unable to cope up with the emotions inside me. 


“Do you think I am just a piece of flesh? Why does everyone think I want to be groped and called a slut and say they want me in their bed?” 


I was hiccupping so bad of non-stop crying. 


“No. For one I never thought of you as a possible quick fuck. You are hot, so is Liz but we evolved from that. These people they do not get to know you, believe it or not but we first take in the physical appearance of a person. And you are very beautiful.” 


CHAPTER 22