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for him, because I feel the same way about Ronnie. It isn’t going to be easy, I get that, but I don’t want easy. I want to work for it, find a way to redeem myself in her eyes possibly.
     
    Standing, I make my way to the door to get lunch started, when I turn back I look her square in the eyes. “Sunshine, you might not be ready to give me that big, beautiful heart of yours back just yet, but I fucking promise you Ronnie, now you’re back in my life, I’m not fucking letting you go this time. You’re MINE. You can fight it. You can try and run, Baby, but trust me when I say, I’ll fucking hunt you down, and bring you back where you belong if I have to. No matter how far you go, or for how long, I’ll find you and bring you back.” I don’t give her a chance to answer. At this point, it doesn’t matter what she says, or how much she argues with me; everything I said was true. I will find her no matter where she goes, no matter how hard she tries to hide. I’m a thirty-two year old man now, and that’s my woman lying in my bed. She’s mine to protect. Mine to love, and mine to fight for.
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
    Veronica
     
    Sixteen Years ago… Veronica is eleven, and Nate is sixteen
     
                  It’s not fair. I hate having to share my birthday with Verity. Hate, hate, HATE, it. I mean; I know we’re twins and all, and that’s all well and good, but why my Mom and Dad insist on having a joint party for us every year, I will never know. It’s like a circus and I hate every second of it. I DON’T like being the centre of attention, not at all. I’m not like Verity who soaks up the attention like a sponge, she practically demands it, and doesn’t stop at anything to get it. I would rather sit on the window seat in my room reading a book, or listening to my music by myself, than have to entertain people. But no…
     
    We have to have this stupid party. They aren’t even my friends, and I don’t really have any to be honest. Other than Carmella, my best friend since kindergarten and Nate, I don’t have anyone close enough to me to invite, and that in itself is embarrassing.
     
    I met Carmella during recess on the playground of the kindergarten we went to. She was so little I thought she had walked over from the day care centre next door. It had happened before. A teacher forgetting to latch the gate properly, and one of the little kids escaping to come and play on the bigger play equipment over here. Carmella only looked about three or four, instead of the five she needed to be to be in kindergarten. She had long dark hair in pig tails, darker toned skin that looked like the caramel fudge my mom makes, big brown eyes, and the happiest smile I’d ever seen. It made me automatically want to smile back at her, it still does. She came up to me asking if we could play together. Of course, I said yes. She was all alone, and so little, who could say no to her? Not me that’s for sure.
     
    Carmella just moved to Patterson and told me it was her first day at school here, that’s obviously why I’d never seen her before. It was that simple, like everything is when you’re that young; we played, drank our juice boxes and we’ve been friends ever since. Being one of only two people, other than my parents, that could tell Verity and I apart, Carmella and I became joined at the hip doing everything together. I had sleepovers at her house, her parents were so cool. They were both musicians and we had karaoke and dance parties in the living room. She came over to my house so we could do our homework, read magazines, and giggle about boys. Our parents took us to the county fairs, movies, swimming, pretty much everywhere together.
     
    The best thing about Carmella was she hated Verity on sight. It’s not a nice thing to say, that you like that your best friend hates your twin, but in this case it’s true. It’s nice having someone that saw how horrible Verity really is. Verity is