CHRISTIAN
FIVE YEARS AGO
"Goodbye, Ava."
Two words that killed me to say, but I knew must be said. I drank myself stupid after fleeing from that hospital room, in order to drown out the pain. I wound up going to some bar on the side of the road, shoved drink after drink down my throat until sparking chaos, allowing my fists to fly free into some assholes face. He was a b****y pulp by the time my brothers came to get me and I was a f!cking mess. I looked at my b****y knuckles, loving the feeling of inflicting pain on someone else in order to cast aside the constant overbearing pain in my chest.
Alex and Ryder probably sported their wicked grins and calm demeanor to pull me out of there without any more violence happening. I knew they were packing heat too. The seedy bars on the side o
