Violent Truth

Truth is pain. The truth I hide has left me nothing but rage and a need to hurt. Until Truth, personified by golden curls and innocent, haunted eyes, walks into my life and lies to me. I know nothing about Verity except that she doesn't add up. The lies uttered by that luscious mouth don't seem to matter, though. Because I can't rid myself of this all-consuming need for her. I try to push her away. To make her flee. But the more she runs, the more I need to hold her close. Truth is pain, an...