Melissa's pov.

I didn't stay in one hotel for too long. I was running away from something, someone whom I didn't know, but I knew he would stop at nothing to hurt me.

Sometimes, while staring at the ceiling of the luxurious suites I stayed in, I wondered if it would be better to turn myself to the cops. Tell them I planned to murder my father by overdose but he ended up in a coma.

If I did, I'd be on death row, and I love life too much. I loved MY life too much. I stretched my hands up in ...