Everything done in darkness, will eventually be brought into the light.
I ran, but all it did was keep me one step ahead of my past. I tried to start over; new name, new identity. But you can’t change your soul.
A fresh start at college was just what I needed. For a while, it worked. I was the party girl, the one that seemed confident, but it was a lie.
When guys kissed me–I felt only pain.
When they touched me–Nothing but fear.
Deep inside, every girl wants to be the beauty in the story, to find someone that will see you as their world.
But the truth? I was the beast. And as much as I wanted redemption, I wasn’t fool enough to think I’d ever get it.
Until he walked into my life.
I wasn’t prepared to fall for someone. My scars were too deep, the wounds too raw. But he offered me peace, he offered me security. I should have known it was just another lie–I should have known that falling in love with my professor was a bad idea.
But I was powerless to stop myself from falling.
And he was powerless to catch me.
Because the darkness finally caught up to me, and as fate would have it, a cruel twist almost bled me dry. But I’m stronger than I knew. I’m stronger than you think.
You think you know my story, but you don’t….after all everyone has Shame in their lives– and I’m no longer afraid to show you mine.
I yelled, holding up my phone while Gabe gave me the finger. I grimaced and
dropped the camera away from my face. “Nice, thanks for that.”
smacked him on the arm and rolled her eyes.
face when he leaned in and took Saylor’s mouth with his, kissing her senseless
in the local Starbucks like they were doing a romance scene in a movie. I
finger, but Gabe still didn’t dislodge from his wife.
sounded from behind me. “They been at it long?”
disgusting?” I voiced aloud.
the table with his wife, Kiersten, and gave me a goofy shrug. I wanted to roll
my eyes, but Wes was too nice and hot. Let’s not forget the hot part. Both he
and Gabe were like walking poster boys for GQ. Both blond, now that Gabe had
decided to dye his hair back to his original color. It was like staring at two
really bright superstars.
like hating the Easter bunny. Try all you want, but you’ll eat every piece of
chocolate in the basket, just you wait.
Kiersten leaned forward. “I heard you got stuck with that hot new psych prof.”
braced my hands on the table and laughed. “Besides he’s not that hot.”
out.” Kiersten’s eyebrows shot up. “Like in class.”
shrugged, taking a sip of coffee.
“…the rumors are true.”
backed away from Saylor, his lips swollen. “…are always based on truth.”
do a naked dance in your underwear last week after getting drunk downtown at
Pike Place Market?” I tilted my head and waited while Gabe rolled his eyes and
popped his knuckles. “Exactly.”
snatched my phone away from me. “Never thought I’d have to tell you to lay off
the pictures, Miss Paparazzi.”
“It’s for an assignment with that hot professor.”
jabbed her finger at me. “I knew it.”
look. “Sarcasm, friend, sarcasm.”
pregnant,” Gabe offered, while Wes choked on the coffee he’d just stolen out of
a great dad.” I smiled sweetly. “What? You’re just going to lock your girls in
their rooms and go—” I mimicked his voice. “—uh, you see boy parts are bad,
they make girls have lots of babies, like rabbits, and you know how rabbits
make dad nervous and—”
eyes narrowed. “And please don’t talk about kids yet…”
quietly next to him then squeezed his arm.
ago, I’d wanted to be that for Gabe, then Taylor happened and well… I
shuddered, blocking out the painful memories, the things I’d done, the things
he’d done, the things we’d done.
asked, his voice soft. He was way too perceptive for my taste. If I’d wanted to
share, he’d be the guy I’d talk to, but I was a vault. Sharing meant admitting
my guilt, and admitting meant I’d probably go insane just like he had.
in my seat. “…I just don’t want to fail my class, and I need to write down
nonverbal cues and take at least one picture. And pretty sure I need to ace
this first assignment on account that I was late to my prof’s class, and I got
Gabe’s eyes mocked across his coffee.
calmly. “Because that’s how they punish bad students here at UW — with a
yardstick and a smile.”
whistled. “What I wouldn’t give to have Saylor—”
back and laughed while Saylor turned bright red and put her hand over his mouth
to shush him.
Gabe as was his usual and leaned across the table. “…why don’t you take
pictures of people here in the coffee shop? I mean, ask permission, but most
people here are super interesting, right? Studying? Stressed out? Tired?” He
pointed to a guy in the corner. “He looks like he’s running on five cups of
coffee and one hour of sleep. Go ask, take the picture, make some notes,
so easy,” I grumbled.
lower and grimaced.
out his hand and stood.
only had he snapped two pictures for me but had taken notes on two pre-med
students who had stayed up all night cramming for what they’d assumed would be
a pop quiz, only to find out that they’d been in the wrong class on the wrong
not pre-med.” Gabe shuddered.
asked. “I thought it was because big words scared you?”
What now?” He nodded. “Keep talking, Kiersten, or keep walking.”
professor…” Gabe changed the subject. “If he tries anything, use the Mace or
the rape whistle.”
“I’ll be sure to do that. In class. With a hundred other students. When he
looks at me cross-eyed.”
Gabe’s shoulder. “Gotta let the baby birds out of the nest someday, Gabe.”
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