best friends who are finding themselves and struggling with their pasts, their
presents and making sure their futures get the happily-ever-after they’ve
difficult decisions to make. One of them
is dealing with an abusive husband, while the other relives the horrors of her
just needs someone to release it.
Isabella’s best friend, Liz, is wild, happy and carefree. She’s suffered in the past and now she’s
looking out for her.
to impact now only their lives, but the lives of those around them.
his drink from five feet away and he’s been drinking for a couple of hours now.
why are you dressed like that?”
that club,” I say a bit softer.
I would have remembered you telling me you’re going to a club. So how about you explain it to me again?” he
asks sitting up a bit, placing his glass on the table beside him.
club and she invited me to come with her tonight. There isn’t a membership fee or anything so I
won’t have to pay and I’ll be going as her guest.”
asking my permission to fuck someone else!” he screams, lunging from the couch
and grabbing my arm.
We have had this argument already!” I gasp trying to pull my arm out of
his grip. “No, I’m not going there to
have sex. I’m only going with Liz because she wants company tonight. She
doesn’t want to go alone because she’s hit her third month there. After you’ve
been a member for three months you’re able to choose if you want to enter into
a sexual partnership with someone. She’s nervous because she wants to move
forward, but doesn’t trust her own judgment anymore. I’m not going to do anything. I would never do anything. You’re my husband
and I love you more than anything, even when you’re being a total ass. You should know that by now.”
sober.” He snarls. “Here’s the deal, you’re not going to let anyone fucking
touch you, if you do I’ll know,” he growls letting my arm go.
another bruise to try and hide.
whore house, looking like the slut you are.”
whore house, who knows you might like what happens when I come home.”
because you’re going to some club that I’m going to want to touch you all of a
sudden? You’re out of your fucking mind.”
kiss and he grabs my arms stopping me mid-way.
on the couch.
day and writer by night. Plus, I make time to play and hang out with my four,
yes, four dogs.
“above my grade level” and getting lost in them, than paying attention to the
people around me. I loved the journey each book would take me on, I still do.
was then I fell in love with writing. That moment I realized that I could not
only lose myself in books, but in my own words.
my writing. Thanks to some serious encouragement from some amazing authors and
friends, I’m taking the leap. So far, I’ve loved every step of my journey.
out my work.