The Boyfriend: A Psychological Thriller

always thought that I was drawn to Daisy because she’s so pretty and sweet and good and that she brought out the better parts of me. But now I know the truth. The reason I feel connected to Daisy is because she’s exactly like me.

“That sounds very nice,” I say.

And just like that, I have a boyfriend.

At least I finally have an answer as to why Tom is still single after all these years. He’s in love with a dead girl.

I’m not sneaking drinks—not even close. I’ve never even tasted alcohol. I won’t touch the stuff after seeing what it does to my father.

“I’m Sydney,” I say.

“Nice to meet you, Sydney,” he says. “I’m Tom. Tom Brown.”

I don’t love Jake anymore. For a while, I hated him, but right now, I’m glad he’s here. If anyone can find out the truth about what happened to Bonnie, it’s this man.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of the first man I ever loved.

And I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.

I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.