At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

The problem was, you couldn't have one without the other. There couldn't be a bad guy unless there was a good guy to create the standard. And there couldn't be a good guy until a bad guy showed just how far off the path he might stray.