Sneak Peek of This Love Hurts
“OH, BABY, YOUFEELSOGOOD!” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me. I try to escape into my mind because my entire body’s in pain, though this isn’t anything new. My life is an everlasting cycle of pain, and agony is the only thing I’ve known for the last few years.
They’ve shown me cruelty like I’ve never known before, and I never have time to heal before I have to face them again. I feel a sharp sting on my face as my brain registers I was just slapped.
He must have noticed I was slipping away, trying to get inside my head, and this is his way of bringing my attention back to him and what he’s doing to my body. He always notices when I’m not fully here and I hate him for being able to read me, especially when I don’t want him to. I guess he’s not as stupid as he looks.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, baby,” he tells me. I scrunch my nose up at him. Even though I hate this and I know it’s wrong on so many levels, it’s been happening for so long now, whenever I get wet, it horrifies me to no end.
I’ve never felt so disgusting as I do right now. I feel so ashamed of myself for getting wet when I know I’m not supposed to and when I know it’s wrong. How did my life become like this? I should have run away when I had the chance…
“Excuse me, miss?” I’m pulled out of my thoughts when the customer in front of me tries to get my attention.
“I’m so sorry, what can I get you?”
“Just a large black coffee. Thanks.” I put in his order and a minute later, when it’s ready, I hand it to him.
Ihate it when I have flashbacks to a time I would much rather not remember. They always happen at the most inconvenient of times. Sighing, I just get back to work and push those thoughts to the back of my mind.
Iwoke up this morning with a sick feeling in my gut that something bad was about to happen. I can’t explain what triggered this feeling, but every time I’ve ever felt like this before, my gut has never been wrong.
Mymind has been in a state of chaos for the past two weeks. I still don’t know what happened two weeks ago and how I ended up where I did. The sight I woke up to is one that’ll be etched into my memory for the rest of my life. Every time I think about what was before my eyes, I want to throw up.
Whocould have done such a thing? I know all signs point to me, but deep down, I know it wasn’t. I’m such a shitty person because for the last two weeks, I’ve had to look at my best friend and act like I have no clue and like it was a shock to me as well with everything that happened.
Ihate lying to Mia, but if she knows the truth, she’ll probably hate me. What if she doesn’t even believe it wasn’t me? What will I do then? No, I can’t tell her yet, because I have no clue what the truth is right now. The only person who has that bit of information is the person who left the note for me.
Thenote said that in due time I’d know who it was, so as of right now, they’re just an anonymous entity, one I have no clue how to find or where to even look.
Fuck! Everything is a mess! I try to think about who in my past would come after me now and come up empty. How was Nicco even pulled into the equation?
That’sthe part that is tripping me up. What did they want with Nicco? I’m not sure what his connection is to anything or if there even is a connection.
Ifeel it in my soul, like acid burning through my veins that time is running out. I don’t know what will happen when my time has run out, but I know it won’t be good.
Niccocomes from a rich family and from what I know about the rich people here, it’s that they look out for their own and if you fuck with one of them, then you fuck with all of them. While most families care about their kids, mine was happy to sell me off to the highest bidder.
Iknow that Nicco’s family will look for justice and they will leave no stone unturned with finding out what happened that night.
I’vebeen trying to figure out how to get answers to solve the puzzle myself, but it’s been difficult and I don’t even know where to begin. I am so not equipped for things like this. What do I do and who do I turn to for help?
You’dthink based on my track record, I’d be equipped to handle situations like this… but, well, you’d be wrong. I literally don’t know what I’m doing.
Ijust wished I could catch a God damn break and the universe would stop giving me the middle finger.
Ilook at the clock and see it’s almost time to leave work and I’m about ready to just go home and put my brain in rest mode before I drive myself nuts with all these theories that only lead me to dead ends. I’m ready for my walk home so I can clear my head a little.
Ihaven’t been able to concentrate on school because my mind has been so preoccupied with everything else. I’m already failing at the new life I wanted to build for myself.
Ishould have taken a cab home because it’s windy tonight, but I didn”t. So, I keep walking and pull my jacket around me tighter. The streets are eerily quiet tonight, and that feeling of dread creeps up on me again. I can’t seem to get rid of it. I look over my shoulder constantly, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Isee our street up ahead and my heart rate calms a little, because nothing bad ever happens to anyone like a few feet away from their homes right? I finally reach the front door and quickly open the lock. Standing in the foyer, I see that no one is home yet. I flip the switch and nothing happens. I keep flicking it and still nothing.
Feelingdisgruntled, I walk farther into the house and go into the living room to try the switch there. This one is the same. I guess the pow… no, it’s not the power because the light from the other houses on our street were on while I was walking home.
“Don’t waste your time,” a deep masculine voice says into the darkness. I instantly freeze because that voice sounds menacing and shivers run through me, and it’s not the good ‘he sounds so hot’ kind either.
Iquickly turn around and drop my bag. I look to see where the voice is coming from. My eyes have barely adjusted to the dim light in the room, but I can make out a man sitting in the chair we have up against the window.
Thelittle moonlight streaming through the open curtains illuminates his features and I can make out some broad shoulders that easily stand out. It looks like he could eat me for breakfast based on the sheer size of this man. He’s probably on steroids or something to look that big.
Hecan barely fit into the small chair he’s in. Why he sat there when Mia has so many chairs in this living room beats me.
Helooks at me and I can feel little chills break out all over me when he opens his mouth again. “Hello, Addison…”