*Prologue*
She closed her eyes and let her knuckles knock on the door, not sure what to expect. Kerry was a mother, a mother who had just found out her fifteen year old daughter had been conducting a sexual relationship with her eighteen year old boyfriend. This was illegal. This was her daughter. This was her daughters’ innocence.
Summer cried. She didn’t know what else to do. She’d pulled at her clothes and her hair in some sort of attempt to relieve the pain and the anguish she was undoubtedly about to go through. Her mother knew. Summer didn’t understand how she’d found out or what was going to happen now, but if she only ever knew one thing it was that her mother hated Jamie with a passion. Summer only could ever have love for him.
He heard the banging on the solid oak front door and crouched in the corner of his bedroom. Jamie knew this action was not going to help him. His dad knew he was upstairs. His bedroom was eight foot by ten foot. It wouldn’t be hard for his Dad to find him. Jamie loved Summer. They had been together ten months. He had not done anything wrong. All they did was express their love for each other. It was consensual. Wasn’t it? She loved him. Didn’t she?
