*** fair warning, MATURE CONTENT!!! Foul language, graphic images, emotional scenes***
The jerking of the car was enough to knock someone out, but the initial crash was what killed them. Safely tucked away in the back seat she was, but her parents weren't as lucky. She had to watch her parents take their last breaths as she struggled to breathe herself. The stinging of the glass that was piercing the skin of her arm and the side of her face was the last thing she remembered before the darkness.
Asher was the last person people wanted to talk to. Large scars were visible on the tender skin of her arms and cheek. She kept her hair over her face but everyone knew her, not by her name, but as the girl with the scars.
No one cared to realize that there are more scars than what they see, until the day when Atlas Rockwell came into her life, determined to change everything she knew about it.