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Prologue

Dove

The Past

I can’t stop crying.

I can never stop crying.

And I fucking hate it.

Stop fucking crying . . .I touch the tears falling down my swollen face. It all hurts. My eyes, my cheeks, my lips.

I curl tighter into a ball, trying to shield myself from the elements. From the rain soaking my clothes and the cold wind prickling my skin.

Stop fucking crying.

But I can’t.

I wish I was stronger.

I wish I was a fighter.

I wish I had courage.

I wish I was more.

More than the pathetic creature hidden behind a smelly dumpster down a deserted alleyway.

The tears come faster and harder, erupting like an emotionally unstable geyser from the depths of my soul.

I sob. Wishing. Wishing it would stop. Wishing I could change my life. Wishing I could escape.

But I have nothing.

Iamnothing.

I’m alone.

Lightning strikes, brightening the sky as thunderclaps scare the shit out of me. I jump, my heart fluttering and my pulse jabbing against my jugular vein.

Everything then goes quiet and dark, and I inhale a steadying breath.

You’re okay.I talk myself off the ledge for the thousandth time.He doesn’t know where you are. You ran. Keep running.

But where?

Where do I go?

Who do I turn to?

He’ll find you. He always does.

I shake from terror and not the cold.

Healwaysfinds me.

I sob, covering my cut, swollen lip.

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