His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart

the

y training kicking in, my mind a

t wasn't an accident. It was deliberate. My car spun

symphony of screeching m

. My body was a landscape of pain. But the worst was my face. It was wra

ie waltzed in, a triump

said, her voice dripping with

ou off the road. And I had some of my family's friends make a little modification to the car. They specializ

"Why?" I whispered

you. I can't stand that you have a face that looks like mine. Br

ay look at you, but he's thinking of me. You are nothing

y body wouldn't obey. Tears of rage and despair

t was the only thing...

y thing that made me feel, in some

ned again. I

s face a mask of concern

g moment, a f

ice choked with pain. "Sh

immediately started to cry, her

was dead!" she wailed, throwing herself into his arms. "And

ed her hair, his voice full of worry. "My poor Kylie. It's

d the bandages on my face, the chemical burns,

ismissive. "It was a race, Kaci. Acc

mat

my agony

ound her. At the door, Kylie turned back, her eyes meeting min

u l

the sterile white room, with th

urned to ash. There was nothing left

the dark TV screen. A monstro

the water pitcher, the cups, the vase of flowers he had probably sent out o

ike my