Disclaimer: It's Sarah Dessen's, not mine.
A/N: Be prepared for an angsty surprise next chapter, guys.
I stared at my ceiling blankly. "Snuff" was playing on my iPod, and that song always put me in a bad mood. I kept thinking about my dad and all the other men who had hurt me. I still wasn't sure if that included Will or not, and I honestly didn't care anymore. He was the only one I could see clearly. When I was with him, I could forget about all the shit in my life. And if keeping him meant fighting other girls, I had no problem with that. They were just sluts anyway, trying to steal him.