“I’m not good with these types of girls, I had thought as Avena lay there in the middle of the bed, crying silently, trying to cover herself up. I always ended up ruining them.” — L. Jayne Copy Share Image
“What were you doing with her?” The words burst from my lips. Before I can take them back, he stares at me. I stare… — L. Jayne Copy Share Image
“In that second, I think about running through that door and going with him. But I know that it’s not the road I’m meant… — L. Jayne Copy Share Image
“Then I’m suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom’s death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to… — L. Jayne Copy Share Image
“I’m not good with these types of girls, I had thought as Avena lay there in the middle of the bed, crying silently, trying… — L. Jayne Copy Share Image
