Product Review

Is it possible to pick that one defining moment in life that messed you up? Can anyone look back on their life and pinpoint the exact minute it happened? I used to believe that I wasn’t damaged. I had absolutely no reason to be.

Until I met him.
Axel Rye.
Yes.
He messed me up.
He really messed me up.

It all started so simply. I only wanted to write a book about the dark, gritty world of nightclubs, booze, drugs, and sex. I didn’t expect to be sucked in to the point where I could no longer see the light. But I became weak. Axel Rye made me weak.

He was wrong in every way. He was a drug dealer, a criminal, and the kind of man your parents told you to stay away from. Yet, he became my drug, and I shook in need until my next fix.

I was delicate.
He was scarred.

But together…together we became delicate scars.