"It's hard to tell who has your back, from who has it long enough just to stab you in it...."
AVA TROCELLI P.O.V
I was still clad in last night clothes, my hair a fright and my face possibly smudge with what was left of my make up.
I stood infront of the window as I stare at the sky. The clouds are dark, darker than my soul now.
It stood calm, against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky, it slapped the cloud into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.
Just like that I wanted to slap Marcello, like a clap of thunder, to flamed him with the fire inside my heart, the strength of conviction and the power of my betrayal which now turned into rage.
Huge grey cloud started moving against the grey one behind the tree as I stare them standing with a
