've been left with a decision, and the outcome could be life or death.Trent hit me once, and I cried. Then, he hit me again. And again. After a while, I got used to it as I slept on the floor next to his bed every night.My friends told me to leave him, but I can't. He won't let me. The moment I began to debate giving up on myself and and hope, Kemper-a tall, sexy Marine, just home from Afghanistan, walked into my bar. With only one look in his eyes, I saw pain that mirrored my own.At first, I thought maybe he would be my Prince Charming-a hero riding in to save me, but all it took was one tragedy for me to remember...fairy tales don't exist in real life.