Prologue

Some people hold in everything. There's only so much that those kind of people can take. Allison Anders was one of those people. They're like a time bomb, waiting for just the tiniest, incorrect movement to set them off. And when they blow, you can try to duck for cover, but chances are, you'll get caught in the explosion once you've come too close. Time bombs always result in fires. And sometimes they burn more than was anticipated. This is not a joyful tale.

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Story belongs to Danielle Richardson

Any pictures found in this story--which includes the multimedia and my cover--do not belong to me. I located them on the internet, and they were edited to suit my wants.