Chapter 1: The Younger Years
Everyone has that one story people tell when they were younger. Well, here's mine. It all happened in the month of June... just to clarify.
I had just finished high school for the year, so ready for break and the freedom of having zero homework. But the second I walked through the front door; my parents dropped the news: we were heading out of town to go see my grandma & grandpa.
Even though I was sixteen, I was still super excited. I ran up the stairs straight to my room to pack a suitcase for the trip. Into my travel bag went the essentials: change of clothes, pjs, my favorite swimsuit, and everything else I need. I grabbed my backpack, ready for whatever the road trip threw at me.
That summer was not like any other; it was the one I could never forget.
The adults in my life always used to warn me. "Be careful of certain members of the opposite sex," they'd say. "Anyone of them might to take advantage of you." There's one person in particular who was known to be the ultimate "bad boy," complete with the tattoos and piercings to prove it.
But there was something else they didn't mention. He wasn't just a rebel; he was an elf.
Standing at 5'8" with ash-brown hair and forest-green eyes, his name was Damien. If someone told me to be wary of boys like him, I probably should have listened ... but there something about Damien that made it impossible to stay away.
