Author: llash

~AlistairGod…one would think I have everything. I play for stadiums full of people, have more money than I know what to do with, and have the most attractive women eating out of the palm of my hand. But the bad boy persona that I keep tirelessly dipped in sex, drugs and rock &roll is only a bad cover-up for what’s inside. Rather, what ISN’T inside. My heart is dead, my soul, dead. I don’t … dead. I don’t know how it happened, but somehow the perfectly normal, perfectly average little sister of my best friend managed to claw her way…