It's no secret that I'm hard to handle. People get annoyed by me. Sometimes they're amused, but not for long. It's not easy to deal with a paranoid conspiracy theorist, and I stretch everyone's patience.
Everyone except Wil. He was there at the beginning, when I left my old life behind, and he's stuck with me since. He's been my friend when no one else wanted to. Patiently taught me how to fit in. He's the one person I know I can rely on.
He's the only man I can see myself ever being with. The only man I would want to spend eternity with.
But when my past rears its ugly head and the stuff of my nightmares rises from the dead, the hope of a happy future rapidly fades. I need him more than ever, but I can't risk him. I can't let anyone use him against me.
Torture doesn't have to be physical to hurt. And I'm not going to let myself be hurt again.
