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“Says the ue down er boil over Hell, I shouldn’t have said that I don’t want hi all those stupid letters? Letters that had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary I sent hiht But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him Maybe he doesn’t knohat they contained Maybe he threw the at straws He may not know it, but he is all I have left

After my mother disappeared, my father turned as cold as she had been I had always been a silly child who just got into events and e to devote any time or attention to ht and frenzied red hair I just always see nuisance Now my father can barely look at me Doesto him But does he show it? Can I feel it? Not any to sneak away to come here

“I haven’t felt a wo opportunities as they arise,” he says cockily as the guards slowly let him up He drops down into a metal chair He seeuess that was all it was to hi a fix He didn’t possess my mouth, my soul for those few moments because he needed to touch me No one touches me

“I see I don’t have anyone now Looks like I can go,” I say flatly, all e from my voice Hell, if no one else wants to show ive any?

“Good Get gone,” he snarls through clenched teeth, but I see his eyes soften for an instant before being replaced by his usual stoniness Orto convince myself and it was never there

Pulling the picture I have from my pocket, I let it drop to the floor and I take one last look at the ht for the past four years I don’t want the reminder of him anymore if he doesn’t want me

I’ while I feel everything

I have the quarter uards the slip I’ my life over, a life with no more holes in it, a life where I can find people ant to feel with me

I turn to make my way to leave Behindacross the concrete floor Opening the door to leave, I toss my final words overme around anymore” The door slams behind me and I hear all hell break loose on the other side

I squarein my heart now

Freedom

Chapter One

Layla

Four Years Later…

Running a hand over h my thin baby tee I think back to the dirty novel I’d been reading before I went to bed I’m turned on and I need release In the book the hero had been aggressive and de, the way Carter alas No, not Carter, never Carter Pushing hiine Justin as the hero of the story He is

He pushed her up against the wall, his front to her back He was sliding his hand under her skirt, taking as his Sliding hs and under my white silk panties, I push ainstme with such force The most force he’s ever exercised in our relationship is e try to pick a wine to pair with dinner Never mind that I hate wine and all the fancy restaurants he insists I go to

Getting nowhere with ain He never seems to be far away It doesn’t matter how many times I try to push him out of my mind, doesn’t matter that it’s been four years since I last saw his face, doesn’t ainst a wall, flipping up rowling that I’m his makes me instantly wet

I can feel the orgas now, or at least I think I do What with the way my best friend Jeanette describes theivesan orgas froina i

s broken or at least seriously faulty

Pulling lance at the clock and notice I still have ten et ready for work I’ll be da as of him

I fling the co alow that sits right on the edge of Reno I used the cash I took from my father’s safe to buy it It’s not much but it’s mine I didn’t want to use all the ain but it’s nice to have a place to call my own Home