It wasn't the first time I'd been kicked out. My latest "family" wasn't really different than the last couple that I'd been sent to. Same old story, I lived in peace for about a week then about a month of fighting and then I'd do something stupid, the police bring me home and thrown out, but they still tell all their rich country club friends about housing a poor troubled foster child, and how I "changed their lives". Oh...

My parents had to go to a funeral in New York . I didn't even know the woman who died, so I stayed...well...in town. Five minutes after they rushed to the airport, I was speeding down the highway as fast as my little old car would go. All I could think of was alone time, with him. With Ryan. With my boyfriend. With my love. I didn't tell him I was coming, and I know guys hate the pop in, but I really wanted to surprise hi...

"You're such a jerk," I informed him. He cringed and looked at the ground. I started looking for my belongings and gathering them up. My purse, my wallet, my laptop, car keys. I stormed out of my long-time boyfriends bedroom and into the hallway of his apartment building. He was only a step behind me. "Nicks, please, please don't go," he asked seriously. He caught my arm and pulled me to face him. His huge beautiful blue...