Vicolette had attempted to take her own life once, and the unsuccessful endeavor casted her into my arms. I was a young man then, barely twenty-three, and she was only fourteen, but her beauty had woven a web around me. I watched her grow, and with her age came a deep-rooted obsession. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I couldn’t deny my feelings. I loved her.
Oh, baby..
