Prologue
I believe that there are two types of people in this world.
Some are hammers, and some are nails.
But then, at times there are the less fortunate souls that don't meet the requirements of either categories. So what could they possibly be?
I remember the day I first met him.
Something stood out about him from the get-go.
I didn't care.
He had something about him that instantly made me attracted to him. It was so much more than just how attractive he was.
I wanted to believe that I finally could be happy. That everything was going to go my way.
He must have seen my vulnerability, and that's why he picked me.
I was broken.
Weak.
They say that's what attracts these predators to their victims. But for him it was so much more than that.
That's what was so scary about it.
I gave the boy everything, and in return he took everything.
Every step I took, he took three more behind me.
He left me with absolutely nothing.
He left me with nothing but him.
He left me screaming his name.
Perry
