Life has a funny way of pushing us beyond what is mentally possible.
I was born to parents who never cared if I had food or clothes. I was nothing. A waste of space and time to them.
At sixteen, they relocated…and didn’t bother to tell me.
I lived in my busted up and broken-down car behind a gym for months when two men found me.
One of them I believed was my savior, the love of my life. Turns out things aren’t always what they seem. He was the devil in disguise.
A few thousand bad decisions later, I find myself in the very same parking lot where I found the devil and the man who supported me through it all.
I’m Paige Turner. I’m a mess of a woman with nothing but hard times in my past and a future that’s completely uncertain.
I had a life once. I had a wife and a baby on the way. My life was everything I never knew I wanted.
I was halfway around the world, defending my country, serving the United States proudly, when I lost absolutely everything that mattered.
I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t even fight for them.
I went through the stages of grief and I’ve come out on the other side a different man.
Now, I fight.
There is something therapeutic about beating someone or even yourself. I can control the pain, unlike my life.
I’m Sergio Nichols. When my family was taken, I’ve somehow learned to function in a new dysfunctional family of their own making.
Two broken people with one chance at redemption.