Good Stepbrother

He had always loved me... He always would.

I had always used people. I used my good looks and body to my advantage to get myself higher up in the world and out of bad situations. I refused to love because I didn't receive love from the one man in my life that mattered most – my father. My mom tried, and so did my stepfather, Charlie, but it wasn't enough. By that point I was too far gone.

Then there was Carter – my stepbrother. He worshipped the ground I walked on and I hurt him mercilessly for years, then left him to clean up a mess that I made. Somehow, and I have no idea how, he was able to forgive me and help me when I needed him the most. He saw my humanity and my beauty even in my darkest moments. He loved me.

You heard our story from Carter's side. Now it's time my story was told. All of it. Every gritty, raw detail. Are you ready for me?