Jason Theroux, a young SWAT officer has his own demons that he keeps hidden deep inside.
What happens when these two broken souls get together? Will they be able to survive their past and forge a new future? Or will their demons begin to threaten their relationship, destroying it completely?
for sure, but both are carrying some pretty serious baggage, so they agree to just be friends. However, they soon realize that being friends isn’t exactly what they want and begin a romance. Jason is harboring his own demons, and Kassia is receiving mysterious packages from a stalker that threaten her safety. Will Jason not only be able to overcome his own demons, but realize the depth of his feelings for Kassia and keep her safe?
The wind was howling, as the heavy rain hammered at the windows, making them rattle. I was lying on my bed with my blankets barely covering my eyes. As I looked out the window, a bright flash of light came across the dark sky. The lightening lit my room only for a few seconds and then vanished just as quickly. A loud thunderous clap followed making me jump.
We had just moved into the area and I didn’t know anyone yet. My parents were off touring Europe. My brother, who was supposed to watch over me, had left to see his girlfriend, telling me to be a “good girl”. Yes, granted, I was sixteen-years-old, but I still felt uncomfortable alone in a new house and a new neighborhood.
I put on a pair of jeans and crept downstairs. I was worried that something had happened to them. Before I knew it, I was outside drenched by the rain. I ran across our lawn to the neighboring house. I ran until I reached their door. The porch light was on and so were the lights in the living room. I peered through the windows to see if I could see inside, but I couldn’t. The curtains blocked me from seeing anything.
I rang the doorbell, but no one came. If the lights were all on, then someone had to be there, right? I waited, my nervousness now getting the better of me. I began to swear at how stupid I was and how stupid my brother was for leaving me alone. I rang it again, but this time I put my hand on the front door. It opened with a soft creak. Some sort of old school jazz music was playing in the background. I inched forward slowly.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking from my fear. “I’m your new neighbor, Kassia. I heard a loud sound and thought you might need some help.” I waited, but still nothing.
I moved gradually through the hallway passing a staircase. The music was getting louder as I headed towards the kitchen. I could see pure white tiles lining the floor. My eyes were drawn to a deep red liquid, which had etched itself through the tiles’ grout. My breathing became erratic. I suddenly knew what I was looking at. My mind froze but my body kept going. The pool of blood was now getting larger; that’s when a small knocking sound came from behind me. My breath hitched and I turned around. My eyes zeroed in at the front door. If I run now, I could be back home and safe. I picked up my pace, but a small sound came from behind me. Underneath the staircase was a small cabinet, which I hadn’t noticed before. I reached for the handle and opened it.