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404 pages, Paperback
Published April 6, 2020


She's not broken.
She's not looking for someone to save her.
She's looking for someone to drown with her.
I don't want to learn about why people are fucked up. I am one of those people, and I've realised the "why" doesn't fucking matter. Knowing the root cause doesn't change the disease where my mind is concerned.
That's why girls like assholes, I think to myself. There's something appealing about being with a man who does not give a single fuck about anything. Anything but you.
I don't know. I don't know why I'm like this. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't even have a bad childhood to blame this shit on. I don't have a horror story. I'm all fucked up, and I don't know why
Clearly, she's drunk off her ass. It's amazing, how I want to kill her and save her all at the same time. I'm not sure which I'll end up doing tonight.



When Alex isn't calling me a "druggie whore", he sticks with "princess".



“Zara?” I whisper her name, not wanting to wake Alex up. He’ll ruin this for me, and I’m sure he already got his anyway. Now it’s my turn to finish what he didn’t let me. And if she’s full of his cum, even better.
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Before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth and a voice whispers in my ear, "There's a body in the pool, baby girl."



"I didn't know you wanted me to suffocate you, Zara. I didn't know you wanted me to kill you. Why didn't you just fucking ask?"
"I kind of like this. Stealing your breath." He turns his cheek against my mouth. "I like feeling nothing where your life should be."
"You feelin' okay, princess?" he asks me, eyes flashing like he hopes I'm not.
"I won't let you kill yourself. You don't deserve the fucking rest."

"Lawyers shouldn't hangout with addicts."
"It's why I'm here to cure you, so when we're married and shit, I can go to work without worrying about you."




She’s not broken. She’s not looking for someone to save her. She’s looking for someone to drown with her.


“Something bad is happening to me, I want to tell him. I’m the bad thing. Happening to my fucking self.”


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