Because love hurt. It burned like hell. I got that. I accepted the pain. The self-inflicted flesh wounds it took to love another human. I wasn’t afraid of that. Of being hurt. Of anything for myself. My fear rested in my inability to love her the right way. In the potential I had to hurt her beyond repair or recourse. The same way he hurt me.
WHO IS HE BC I STG IF HIS STEP DADDY OR BROTHER PUTS HIS HANDS ON MY SWEET BABY I WILL SUFFOCATE......see I fucking knew something was sus and I completely forgot with the lovely duo of Gibs and Claire throughout the whole book like Chloe you sly dog hiding the truth like Gibs does *sobs*
