Broken Bonds (The Bonds that Tie, #1)

by J. Bree

I can live with being hated. I hate myself enough to know just how easy it is to loathe me.

Better to be hated and alive, better to be in pain than a murderer, better to be alone and safe.

It’s only by my sheer stubborn will that I keep going.

I might look like a bitch to them all right now but I was always taught to not start fights, just be sure as shit to finish them.

Don’t snap, don’t cuss him out, be calm.

My entire identity was ripped away from me to come here and for what?