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Koen

Fuck my life.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? This kid was not my responsibility, yet I couldn’t help but sympathize with his plight. I was the youngest in a family of two boys and one girl. My sister, Willow, was the oldest and she took the term overprotective to a whole new level. Even though there was only a year separating the three of us, if someone messed with me or Riley, she was right in the mix ready to throw punches. To this day, by her attitude alone, you’d think she was Amazonian-tall instead of barely tapping out at five three. It took everything Riley and I had in high school to keep her ass out of detention and get her to understand it was our job to do the protecting. A little barbaric thinking? Maybe. But it was the way our dad taught us to be. God rest his soul.

So when I said I got where Jett was coming from, I meant it. I saw a little bit of myself in him, which actually scared the shit out of me, but there was something about both him and his sister that made me want to get closer, to learn about their past, and to be a part of their future. If only I could convince my Angel to tuck away her devil’s horns for five seconds.

Speaking of…my cell dinged with an incoming text from Jade.

Jade: Jett didn’t come home from school. Is he with you?

Me: No. Do you want me to see if I can find him?

Jade: Yes, please.

Me: Anything for you, Angel.

Jade: Stop calling me that.

Maybe I needed to change her nickname to Prickly Pear instead.

Jade and Koen's story, Shattered, is up next.