Rook
This should have been a story about the youngest sibling being rescued and returned to his family grateful, happyāovercome with gratitude to be safe and home again.
What a crock of sh*t that is.
That isnāt how my story goes, Iām not grateful, and I sure as hell am not thankful. I lived in fear for eight months while my family lived happily, banged their girls, procreated, and carried on like I didnāt even exist.
Nah, this isnāt some story with a happy ending.
This is the story of how they all came to be Ruined by the Rookāespecially her.
Clare
In four years, he has changed so much.
He used to be kind, loving, funnyābut now, heās ruthless, angry, and downright cold. Darkness never clung to him beforeānow, he's shrouded in it.
I swore I would never come back to this place, I told myself Rook Murdoch was dead to me.
One look at him and all my feelings come rushing back, the shame, guilt, lust, andāworst of allālove.
The way he looks at me now tells me he wants to see me burn in agony; I have nothing left to lose, and I wonāt survive running from him again.
If allowing him to bully me and set me ablaze is what he needs to heal from his demons, then Iāll happily be Ruined by the Rook.