No.42

POV Lisa.

"Get out of here! "

I wake up with a start and stare at the ceiling, thinking back to what happened the night before. I'd be lying if I said I expected a different reaction from him, I may not have expected him to jump on the ceiling when he saw me, but I didn't expect him to reject me like that either. I expected, I'm not sure what I expected to be honest. I just wanted to see him, to be with him and know that he was all right, to see the color of his eyes when he came out of that coma. But nothing went as planned. Shouting that I was born in a sea of bad luck, everything I do or touch always ends badly. I pick up the teddy bear lying next to me and hug it. No, to be exact, it's not my fault, it's the fault of this man who wants to destroy my life because of his obsession with me. I hate him so much, I curse the day these people came into our lives and I curse them for the mess they've made of it. First in my father's, then more and more in mine, now in Drake's. Except I'm