Willow Winters – författare

Twenty years after leaving one hell, I entered another. Our tale was only just getting started, but that doesn’t make it any less of what it is, a love story. Our love story.I fell in love with a boy a long time ago. I was only a small girl. Scared and frightened, I was taken from my home and held against my will. His father hurt me, but he protected me and kept me safe as best he could.Until I left him.I ran the first chance I got and even though I knew he wasn’t behind me, I didn’t stop. The branches lashed out at me, punishing me for leaving him in the hands of a monster.I’ve never felt such guilt in my life.Although I survived, the boy was never found. I prayed for him to be safe. I dreamed he’d be alright and come back to me. Even as a young girl I knew I loved him, but I betrayed him.Twenty years later, all my wishes came true.But the boy came back a man. With a grip strong enough to keep me close and a look in his eyes that warned me to never dare leave him again. I was his to keep, after all.Twenty years after leaving one hell, I entered another. Our tale was only just getting started.It’s dark and twisted.But that doesn’t make it any less of what it is.A love story. Our love story.

I married the bad boy from Brooklyn. And I don’t know how to survive this.I married the bad boy from Brooklyn.The one with the tattoos and the look in his eyes that told me he was bad news.The look that comes with all sorts of warnings.I knew what I was doing.I knew by the way he put his hands on me; how he owned me with his forceful touch.I couldn’t say no to him, not that I wanted to. That was then, and it seems like forever ago.Years later, I’ve grown up and moved on. But he’s still the man I married. Dangerous in ways I don’t like to think about. Sexy as sin, he attracts all the wrong kinds of temptations.The kind that lands a couple like us in the gossip columns.The kind that’s unforgivable.The kind that splits up marriages.I did this to myself. I knew better than to love him.And now I’m fucked.I married the bad boy from Brooklyn. And I don’t know how to survive this.

I knew we were never supposed to last. But the way her lips tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands… I couldn’t let go. I did everything I could to keep her.She made me a better man, but I still wasn’t good enough to keep her.Born and raised in Brooklyn, with sleeve tattoos, ripped muscle and a cold-hearted stare, I am who I am. The bad boy she knew to stay away from.I knew we were never supposed to last. But the way her lips tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands… I couldn’t let go. I did everything I could to keep her.I put on a ring on her finger and straightened out my life. All for her.I should’ve known better.One mistake tore us apart and I don’t know what I can do to salvage what we once had.I knew it wasn’t supposed to last, but if I could make her stay with me once... I can do it again.Watch me. I love my sweetheart; I’m not losing her again.