I couldn't remember a time before her... Harley Jameson.

Before she owned me.

Hated me.

Needed me.

Before I hated her...

Things were simple.

We had an understanding.

Bully. Fight. Hate. It's what we did.

Mind. Body. Soul. It's how we loved.

I thought nothing would ever change that, until everything did.

She was mine.

Always had been.

Always would be.

Nothing altered that.

Not how much I hated her.

Not how much she hated me.

Especially, not how much I hated...

That I LOVED her.