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Chapter Fifteen
Why don’t you just kill yourself? someone at school asked
me once.
I think it was the kind of question intended to be cruel, but
it was the first time I’d ever contemplated the possibility. I
didn’t know what to say. Maybe I was crazy to consider it,
but I’d always hoped that if I were a good enough girl, if I
did everything right, if I said the right things or said nothing
at all—I thought my parents would change their minds. I
thought they would finally listen when I tried to talk. I
thought they would give me a chance. I thought they might
finally love me.
I always had that stupid hope.
“Good morning.”
My eyes snap open with a start. I’ve never been a heavy
sleeper.
Warner is staring at me, sitting at the foot of his own bed
in a fresh suit and perfectly polished boots. Everything
about him is meticulous. Pristine. His breath is cool and
fresh in the crisp morning air. I can feel it on my face.
It takes me a moment to realize I’m tangled in the same
sheets Warner himself has slept in. My face is suddenly on
fire and I’m fumbling to free myself. I nearly fall off the bed.
I don’t acknowledge him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
I look up. His eyes are such a strange shade of green:
bright, crystal clear, piercing in the most alarming way. His
hair is thick, the richest slice of gold; his frame is lean and
unassuming, but his grip is effortlessly strong. I notice for