IT'S LIVE!
RICCA
You can’t outrun your past, a mistake I learned the hard way.
Stripped of my innocence in the middle of the Californian desert, I waited for death.
Then he appeared.
My vengeful angel.
He’s everything I’m not.
He’s everything I want.
He’s everything I can never have.
RATCHET
I will not let my past define me.
Abandoned by my mother as a child, I would be dead if it weren’t for Jagger. He took me into the Heaven’s Rejects and saved my life.
Now I want to save hers.
The superficial cuts and bruises on her delicate skin, don’t compare to the pain lurking in her heart.
The pain I want to save her from.
Somehow, I will find a way to get through to her.
Come hell or high water, she will be mine.
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“You’re
okay. They’re dead and can’t hurt you anymore,” I mumble and repeat in some
stupid fucking mantra to keep the memories at bay. Every morning starts like
this. Sure, maybe I did need go back to my victim group counseling sessions,
but I knew the Kumbaya mentality they used couldn’t help me. The demons in my head
were of my own creation, and they were never just going to go away by telling
others who thought they were like me about them. I couldn’t forgive the men for
the things that they did to my body and even with their deaths, my mind would
never be able to see the world the same way. They took the last shred of my innocence
out in that desert, and it was something that I was never going to be able to
get back, even if I had ruby red slippers, clicked my heels, and said it three
times.
okay. They’re dead and can’t hurt you anymore,” I mumble and repeat in some
stupid fucking mantra to keep the memories at bay. Every morning starts like
this. Sure, maybe I did need go back to my victim group counseling sessions,
but I knew the Kumbaya mentality they used couldn’t help me. The demons in my head
were of my own creation, and they were never just going to go away by telling
others who thought they were like me about them. I couldn’t forgive the men for
the things that they did to my body and even with their deaths, my mind would
never be able to see the world the same way. They took the last shred of my innocence
out in that desert, and it was something that I was never going to be able to
get back, even if I had ruby red slippers, clicked my heels, and said it three
times.
Life isn’t a fucking fairy tale. And
no matter how hard I hoped he would be, Ratchet was definitely not Prince
Charming. The knight in shining armor isn’t real, and
he was never going to ride a horse to my tower of terror.
no matter how hard I hoped he would be, Ratchet was definitely not Prince
Charming. The knight in shining armor isn’t real, and
he was never going to ride a horse to my tower of terror.
Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. Avelyn loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first. Avelyn also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.
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