There’s a line that you eventually cross. And trust me, you’ll know when you do. I don’t think about it too much, because I know I won’t be able to live with myself if I did. Maybe I’m a masochist, but I’ll admit it; I needed him more than he needed me.


1. Prologue


“Rio are you fucking kidding me!” I shove him, hard. He stumbles back a little, but recovers quickly.

“Whoa babe, calm down. What the hell are you saying?”

I pull out the pictures form my back pocket and shove it in his hands. I see a glimpse of the picture again and gag. He takes a look at it, but it doesn’t surprise him. He doesn’t give me an excuse or even an apology. I close my eyes as the tears runs down my cheeks, and wish this was all just a bad dream, but it’s not.

“Rio, we’re over.” I finally end it.

“Like hell we are.” He says before picking me up, and carrying me like a sack of potatoes to his car.

“Rio-” I manage to say before he shuts me up. I bite on his lips hard until I tasted copper, but he still doesn’t stop. “You’re such an asshole.” I say when we both stop to take a breath.

“I know.” He admits.

“I hate you.”

“I love you.” He says before pulling me into his arms.

            We weren’t always like this before. I wasn’t fucking crazy all these years. Rio didn’t used to be like this.


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