In the month since I quit my job to write full time (eek, what was I thinking?) I’ve been trying to keep productivity high. This can be difficult at times, with writing and promoting and building an audience. Still, we push through because we have to.
Because we love it.
Here is an excerpt from the short story series I’ve written, coming soon on Amazon. Hold Me, first in the Promise Me series, will be available to download for free!
Please read and enjoy. Let me know your thoughts!
“I understand now,” August said slowly. “It was never about me at all. You’ve been mad at yourself all these years.” It seemed he pointed it out just for the pleasure of seeing me growl.
“You didn’t stop talking because of something I did. You stopped talking because it embarrassed you. I know enough to say you wanted to get married in the worst way. Having that taken away, as it were, stung your ego and you blamed it on me.”
I struggled to find the right words as my mouth opened and closed. “That is just not true.”
August had the audacity to smile. “It’s true alright. I finally figured it out.” He laughed and slapped his hands down on his thighs. “To think I beat myself up for years about this when it wasn’t my fault at all.”
“You have some kind of nerve,” I sputtered. I pushed his revelation aside, embarrassed.
“You’re just mad because I’m saying it to your face.” He smirked. “I bet your pretty boy fiancé doesn’t do that. He probably wipes your ass and tells you it’s gold.”
“You’re going the right way for a punch in the mouth, August McKenney. I don’t even care if you drove!” My pride squealed in agony because, deep down, I knew he was right.
I couldn’t erase the past any more than I could change it. Those experiences were the sort of thing you may wish to hide or bury or wish out of existence but no matter how hard you desire it they will be there. A part of you. No one escaped the endless cycles of time and now I found myself spiraling back down.
The hurt of yesterdays was strong enough to pull me back under until I once more felt that pain, the unfaithfulness.
“You aren’t going to do anything,” he insisted.
I felt like I was ten years old again. “Just watch me.”