Nikki.
Blade.
Except when he touches me; then I don\'t hate him at all.
He\'s not my type: old, opinionated, and dangerous - I hate him.
Always there, he refuses to let my secrets stay hidden.
I don\'t want to look back; all I want is my sister and to get the hell out of Archer\'s Creek - but he won\'t let me.
I\'ve moved on, but never forward.
Two years, four months, and three days ago, I walked away from my life to save myself.
The past is called the past for a reason.
Nikki