I claimed him as mine when I was only seven years old.
It would end up becoming the most painful thing I've ever done in my life.
The boy who became my best friend grew up into the damaged, turbulent man that owns me.
He's been cruel.
I've lashed back.
For years we've been trapped in a toxic whirlwind of back and forth heartache.
Because he's no longer my best friend.
Years ago, he became my step brother.
Now… He's the self destruction I desperately need to run from. And the one thing in the world I can't live without.
He's a whore and I break, letting him in.
One hit is a gateway drug, and I'm suddenly unable to stay away. So I take what I need from him.
I hate him.
I love him.