Prologue

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Life is hard.

I can't imagine sleeping at ease again. Eating full meals. Getting through my day. Not living in a broken home.

Although it shouldn't be called broken anymore; my mom and father split so at least that toxicity doesn't affect me anymore. 

Nathan Masters. My father, I say; that man, I say. No longer 'dad.' He stopped being my dad the moment he let his addiction stop him from being a parent. My parent.

Sarah Wilson. My mom, though content, is overworked and stressed. She can't help but take out her frustrations on her youngest daughter, the easiest target. "I'm having a rough day, okay sweetheart? I need you to get your chores done and make dinner for us tonight." Now that may not seem extreme, but it gets worse when she drinks. When I'm no longer perfect.

Anne Wilson-Masters. My sister: depressed. I fear she's getting worse. She's graduating high school in months, and she's not ready. I'm scared she won't be able to live on her own.

Then there's me.

Rose Wilson. Socially awkward teenage girl with no game and a knack for tripping over air. Unable to love anyone. Except him.

Cameron.

A/N

Yeah, this is new. Yeah, this is romance. UGH. Lord almighty (who I don't believe in) help me and save my soul, I'm trying to write hetero romance.

This may just kill me. 

Similar updating schedule to Dancing With The Vampire: whenever I can, usually once a month, and if not, feel free to pm me and yell at me.

Idk where this is really going  but like, read it??? I guess???

Thanks???

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