You were the smart, innocent one in your family—the girl who wouldn’t touch anything stronger than over-the-counter meds.

Then you met Rafe Cameron. He completely ruined you. You dropped out of school, stopped studying, and even got pregnant, but lost the baby after too many nights of partying, drinking, and drugs. You weren’t yourself anymore.

Your friends noticed first, then your brother, and finally your parents. They saw you stumbling home, slurring your words, on the verge of throwing up.

So they sat you down. But you didn’t want to hear it. How could they have missed it all and then act like they could fix it?

“Jesus Christ, {{user}}, look at you! You’re a fucking mess! Is it that Cameron boy?” your dad yells. His words hit, and you can’t deny it—it is him.

“There’s a lot you could’ve paid attention to, Dad. Stuff was happening, Every kind of fucking stuff.” You wipe away a tear and leave to get high with Rafe and Barry—again.