The Boy on the Bridge

The day I met Hunter Maxwell he wasnt the rich kid who lived in the giant house, he wasnt the most popular guy in school, he certainly wasnt the bully who had chased his own best friend out of town after a falling outhe was just a boy with a black eye and a dark secret. My life would have been much easier if I had stayed out of it, but I couldnt. I saw someone hurting and wanted to help. I saw someone possibly in danger and wanted to make sure he was safe. Theres nothing safe about Hunter Maxwell, though. I thought there might be. I fell under his spell. Whatever the world saw when they looked at him, it wasnt what he showed me. The bond we formed was real. I know it was real. But with Hunter, when the tides turn, youd better hope youre safely on the shore and out of his reach. I thought I was a strong enough swimmer to keep my head above water. I thought if it came down to it, I could resist his pull. I didnt know, but now I do. Once Hunter sets [...]his sights on you, theres no such thing as out of his reach. Whether its today, tomorrow, or five years from now, hes coming for meand when he does, he wont stop until hes destroyed me. ***The Boy on the Bridge contains mature, adult content and is only recommended for adult readers.