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EVAN

I’ve always known that Sammy was wild, but now I see the fire and fight in her eyes. She claimed me. She chased and trapped and branded me as hers, and even though I had no idea it was happening, I’m happy in the cage she designed just for me.

I thought I was the predator. I thought I was the monster, and maybe I am. But if I had known she was laying a trap, I’d still have willingly walked into it.

I thought I was the one chaining her to me, when the whole time it was the other way around, and now, I’m bound so tightly to her, my freedom is impossible. But I bound her to me too. I created a new life that will make her mine for the rest of forever, and although I should feel guilty, I don’t. Making our son was the best line I ever crossed, and as I stare through the bars of the cages we’re both living in, I’ve never been happier.

Sammy is my lock, and she’s my key. I’ll take her angry, laughing, or utterly psychotic. She’s the sky, the stars, and the heavens. She’s everything, wild and free, and utterly mine, and although this might seem like the end of our story, it’s really only the beginning.

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THE TRUE END

Our son, Onyx Evan Morris, was born on a Saturday, three weeks before his due date. It hurt like a bitch, and I screamed and blamed Evan for every single moment of pain it caused me to push our baby into the world.

But the moment I held him in my arms, I felt a new type of love that I had no idea existed.

Becoming a mother at twenty wasn’t ever on my radar, but now he’s here, how he got here seems irrelevant. I love my baby, I love his father, and I love the crazy life we have.

I guess this should be the end, the moment when I declare that we all lived happily ever after, but I knew the moment I looked into my son’s eyes that we just spawned a new generation of crazy.

“Welcome to the psycho club, Onyx. I hope your game ends as perfectly as ours did.”

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