Chapter 1

Jianna

"How can you do this to me?" I scream to myself, desperately trying to erase the pain.

If someone had told me that I was going to have my heart broken by someone who cared about me the most, I would have called them a liar. I wouldn't have even been able to look at them and I would have called them an asshole for even speaking that way. I know how I felt, and I knew how I was going to let things happen. I couldn't believe how cold and cruel someone could be, making me think that maybe something was going to end up happening if I ended up doing something like that.

I had been with Christopher for about two years, planning our future together. I honestly thought that he felt the same way but imagine my surprise when he ended up breaking up with me out of the blue. I had demanded answers, desperate to find something that was going to make me understand what was happening, but he wouldn't give me anything. He just told me that this was what was best for me, and I needed to just let it go because he's not going to accept me into his life anymore.

He told me that we would be able to be friends, but I couldn't be close to him like that. I couldn't allow him to be a part of my life. I couldn't open my heart up to him in a way that wasn't due to love, and I ended up crying my heart out when he was staring at me like I had just grown a second head. I hated him for it because he honestly didn't seem like he cared how I felt at that moment. He didn't care if I was going to be alright. He just tossed me away.

So, I disappeared out of his life.

I heard from my parents that he had looked for me and was hurt that I left without saying anything. I don't know how he had a right to be hurt after what he did to me, but I held my tongue, and I didn't say a damn word. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing what's going through my head right now. I very much care about Christopher but I needed to get away to be happy. I needed to figure out where to go, curious to see what might end up happening.

Running my fingers through my hair, feeling a bit nervous as I keep thinking about what I'm going to do next. I'm finally coming home, a moment that I never thought would be possible. I have been feeling more and more nervous because I know that it's possible that I'm going to see Christopher again. I told my parents not to let him go but I couldn't be a hundred percent certain if they were going to listen to me.

Mom kept trying to tell me that Christopher was dealing with a lot and that I should give him a second chance, but I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't even think about it. I didn't want to even imagine how he might be feeling or what might be going through his head, but I did know that I wasn't going to allow him to ruin my life again with his lies. I told my parents this and I hope that they relayed the message, so he won't be there.

I don't need it.

I'm standing outside the cabin, wondering how I'm going to go inside. I had run away from this place, thinking that I would be safe elsewhere, but I should have known it wouldn't be so easy. I know that Christopher might have felt the same way, but I didn't understand what his problem was. He should have just told me if something was happening. He didn't need to hurt me like he did.

The minute I open the door though, I am immediately swept into very muscular arms into a broad chest. I immediately recognized the cologne, my body going incredibly tense because I couldn't believe that he was here. I let him hug me, trying to not be rude but I couldn't believe that my parents went against my wishes. I want to be pissed at them but I'm sure that Christopher had something to do with this.

He pulls away from me, a gentle smile on his handsome face. He has really filled out and I don't even know what to say or do. I don't know what I want, and I don't know how to trust him. But when I glance behind him, I see someone that I didn't expect. I don't recognize this person who is obviously an alien. He is really tall, towering over everyone, with short curly black hair and piercing violet eyes. He has unnaturally golden skin with blue markings, his body covered in scars that were no doubt battle wounds. The way he is looking at me though, it makes me a bit nervous.

Just who is he? Why is he making me feel really weird?

I don't know but I'm not sure if I want to find out. I look at Christopher and I wish that he would have just never showed up.

"I don't know why you are here, Christopher." I grumble, walking away from him, "But you should have known that I wouldn't want to see you… Not after what you did."

His expression tightens, "I'm sorry, Jianna, I have a lot to make up for, but I can promise you that I did it for a reason. I'm sorry that it happened this way."

I don't care if he is sorry or not, I just need to know what is happening. But how can I ask myself that because I'm not sure.