Disclaimer: Not mine.
Eighteen is such an awful age. Unruly boys and shattered relationships falling around her ankles -- there are times she just doesn't know what to do. Especially when it comes to running from all of those things she doesn't want to see.
Especially when it comes to running.
It's not just one man chasing her, any more. And it's no longer a group effort, though she knows that each one of them wants her for their individual reasons: Money. Domination. Pain.
But one... he's very different, and she can see it in his eyes. He wants a hold on her out of desperation, because he's never had anything worth holding, before.