Prologue
I never believed in love, or the whole 'soul mates/ happily ever after' thing. Ever. The relationships in my family were always getting screwed when i was growing up. The men always left, cheated, or abused us. I fell once, wound up in the hospital with two cracked ribs and a black eye. Thought i meant fell in love huh? So naturally i came to the conclusion, there's no such thing as love. There like and lust. I personally like lust, it's a fun emotion and you can use it and not get hurt. My friend Holly on the other hand is a firm believer in the matter. She thinks men are a good thing i think they are lying, cheating scum bags, who don't know love from good sex, but that's me. Most don't agree with me, most argue but most do agree and don't argue because they've been hurt too. You stop believing in love when you get hurt too often. Or when you see relationships around you fall because of cheating, lying, people leaving... you kinda get the sense that, maybe no ones supposed to have that one true love. Mostly because you don't believe in it. Take my friend Holly i mentioned, she's being cheated on and she's so oblivious to it, it breaks my heart to have to help find out about it. But oh well, someones gotta do, why not her best friend?