He Gave Away My Spot, Then Begged Me to Stay

I spent my whole life training for one thing: the Olympic grant that would get me out of this town. Then Silas Kensington, the boy I loved for fifteen years, gave my spot to another girl.When I called him for help the night my father nearly beat me to death, he hung up. He was too busy watching the sunrise with her.So I competed at Sectionals with three cracked ribs and a shattered wrist. I won. I left. I never looked back.Seven years later, I'm a world-renowned scientist. He's still single, still waiting, still saying my name like a prayer.He wants a second chance. But some things, once broken, stay broken.