He manipulated me. The Eli Goldsworthy I initially fell for was gone. The sweet, caring, sarcastic guy. The boy who ran over my glasses with his hearse. My English partner. When did I feel it? When did I realize something was truly wrong with him? Vegas Night. The Ipecac. Had it been that early? Did I suppress the uneasy tension and mistake it for love? Everything with Eli has been crazy, like a hurricane. The day Fitz returned I knew something would always be off between Eli and me. And that story… Stalker Angel. My suspicions were confirmed: Something was seriously wrong with him. This was beyond Julia, the hoarding, and Fitz… Eli was obsessed with me. I was his sanctuary, his safety. I was the angel he clung to. If I wasn't happy, then he needed to do whatever it was to make it so. He tried too hard. He said he loved me… I can't love him. His dependency is suffocating. Everything. He used me in hopes of healing himself. He wanted to be better… all for me. He manipulated me.