Im writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging. In fact, you probably know too many things and know them far too well.
Who am I?
Well, thats what Im trying to figure out. I was a whore in my youth, a killer since my adolescence, and a monster as a man. I am the man who kidnapped Livvie. I am the man who held her in a dark room for weeks. But, most importantly, I am the man she loves.
She loves me. Its quite sick, isnt it?
Of course, theres more to our story than can be surmised in a few short sentences, but Im at a loss for justifying my behavior back then. I assume if youre reading this, I dont need to make those justifications. Youve already made your own.
Youre reading this because you want to know about the rest of the story. You want to know what happened that warm summer night in September of 2010, the night I met Livvie at The Paseo. It was the night my life changed all over again.
It didnt happen exactly as Livvie said. Shes been very kind to me in the retelling of our story. The truth is far morecomplicated.