In Love With the Devil

Prologue

Ever have a friend tell you you're a terrible liar? It happens to me quite a bit. But I'm not a bad liar. I'm so good I can make you think I'm a bad liar. That's what a smart liar does, what us perpetual liars do. We dishonest people play honest. We build up a strong solid wall to keep others away and out. I would've been safe if I didn't have that stupid heart.

That stupid heart that made me fall for him. That made me believe he would never change. That made me think that he'd be with me. The heart is at fault. The mind has put it in it's place but in the end I am the only one who is hurt. I'm not only hurt by myself but by the others, them. They're all his puppets. They all tease and laugh and hurt because he commands them.

And yet there is a door in my wall. A door with his name on it. He's the one who pushes my buttons. He makes me cry, and yell, and hurt. But he makes me feel, and want, and, sadly, love. When I see him again I cant predict exactly how I'll act. But whatever it is, I can promise it won't be pretty.

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Hey there! This story is loosely based on mine and my best friends life, more specifically one particular year. This is the story from my point of view but to really understand the story you have to read ellezbellz 's (aka the person in my dedication) portion of the story. Both are pretty well written and I hope you enjoy it.

-P.A