I can't keep up with the hate comments (to delete them) but I see some and it makes me genuinely upset so think about what you're saying before you say it.

I hear the sound of my father undoing his belt and I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to keep them from watering. He won't hire me because he likes to say he's an independent man but I know he likes to have my help. I've always wanted to make a playlist for one of my books, and I've finally found the time to make one! I pass through the main part of town square, where the tall marble fountain runs, and after passing it I begin to slowly walk down the scariest part of town square. Crazy girl," he shakes his head and I begin on a nonstop ramble about how bed frames that are shorter should be made more stylish so that I could get one I like.

Before I can finish, she walks away leaving me feeling down and terrible about myself for the second time tonight. I did really enjoy all the other characters but the author portrayed azalea (lillah) to act like she was a literal child and she seemed so annoying at times. Before I can even finish adding onto my 'everyone needs a friend' argument, he shoots up from his seat.

You were the only one there; you were with hi-""Aaron," I stop him, feeling myself get shaky, "I'll talk to you if I need to. I walk a little further down the street and finally I come to a place that actually doesn't look bad. And when it came to getting the guys, every two months I would get files of each of the people in training and then I had to report back to D. Azalea, oh honey," her eyes fill with concern and I silently thank God that she's sober and not my father. You're the one who started it," I give him a little shrug, biting my lip to keep a smile off my lips.You didn't seem like the bartender type," I ramble, "I figured you were like security or something because hello, your arms are as big as me. They'll have something like White Lightning and from what my parents said, that's the nastiest kind. I land back on my feet, just barely, and when I look up, dark black eyes are staring right back at me. His lips part the slightest bit as he glares down at me, his eyes seemingly traveling all over my face, looking for what?

A sinister smirk takes place on his lips and I keep myself from looking away from his handsome face. I wait a couple of minutes to finish up what I was doing on the computer and then I step out of the office to find Jacqueline. REREADERS (RR'S), please for the love of Jesus Christ REFRAIN YOURSELVES from spoiling or commenting things that MAY even HINT at a spoiler. I move my leg from his view, placing it behind my other one in an admittedly odd stance but hey, he already hates me why don't I just make him think I'm weird too. I need a book," he leans up against the wall, still staring at me like I'm a nicely cooked steak dinner.When I finally raise my eyes from my hands, he's looking right at me, a slightly confuzzled look on his face. Literally like it's not that hard to refrain yourself from making a shitty comment like I seriously don't understand what goes through some peoples heads that makes them think it's okay to say some things.

Then we have the incredible friend group that I would love to strangle lovingly to death (yes, I did adore them), the adorable friend, the hot mess friend, the sassy friend.I make my way down the stairs and I carefully step over the broken glass when walking through the kitchen. I just fell absolutely in love with both the story and characters from the moment that I started reading- it was such a sweet and heartwarming story- that now has some of my new all-time favorite, comfort characters- because damn, Grey, I'm actually in love with you. i get it was her trauma but she was acting too immature and grey liking her just gave me pedophile vibes. Last night when Grey went out for the old man hostage situation, he was supposed to come right back here.