Prologue

Devon dreamed of a simpler time. A time where life was much easier to deal with. She couldn't wait to free herself from this hell-hole she currently was calling home. There was a time where her house was filled with laughter, hope, and mostly, love. Thank God there's only another couple of weeks before I'm out of here. She thought.

With no warning signs and without a word, one day, her mother had left her and her father when she was ten years old. Her father took over the parenting and she loved him for his efforts, not to mention, she became happy again. Things were great, that is, up until one night last month, after Devon's eighteenth birthday, everything went completely and utterly wrong.

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