Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Walking toward me, he exits the gate and then pulls a gun from his jeans, pointing it at me. “You have five minutes to say whatever the fuck it is you’re goin’ to say, before I shoot you.”
My bottom lip trembles. He wouldn’t shoot me. He wouldn’t...
“I didn’t release that story,” I say, my voice a broken mess. “I swear to you I didn’t release it, Western.”
“Did you write it?”
I hesitate. I did write it, technically, but not in the way it was presented. Those aren’t my words. They’ve used my facts and spun it to suit themselves. Whoever did this, wanted to bring me down. They wanted to hurt me. Otherwise, my name wouldn’t be on it.
“I...”
“Did you fuckin’ write it?” Western roars.
I flinch, taking a step back. “Yes, but not in the way it was presented.”
“All this time, you were fuckin’ lying to me.”
“No,” I say quickly. “No. I wasn’t. I was going to write your story, I was, but then I realized just how deep it went and decided not to. I swear to you, I was never going to do that.”
“You’re,” he steps closer, keeping the gun pointed at me, “a fuckin’ liar.”
“Western, please. Everything I’ve said to you, it’s the truth.”
“Used me, for a fuckin’ story. All this time, you’ve been gettin’ information.”
“No,” I croak, my voice breaking as tears stumble down my cheeks. “I didn’t. I swear to you I didn’t. I care about you, everything you told me, it matters.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Western...”
He leans forward, curling his fingers around the chain dangling around my neck, and he jerks it so hard it snaps. Pain, unlike anything I’ve ever felt, rips through my chest as he takes back something that meant so much to me only a day ago. I didn’t realize until this very moment that I care about him more than I’ve been willing to admit. The pain coursing through my heart right now is utterly gut wrenching.
“Get,” he bellows, “the fuck out.”
Hiccupping, a loud sob rips from my throat. I turn and, on shaky legs, walk out towards the road. My mind isn’t working, everything inside of me feels as though it’s breaking into a thousand pieces. I can’t feel a single part of my body and my vision blurs with every passing step.
I’ve ruined everything.
My story has ruined everything.
Reaching for the blank space around my neck now, I curl my fingers around my flesh, and I cry out, loudly, the pain inside unable to be controlled. Dropping to my knees on the side of the road, the dust swirling up around me, I scream. I scream so hard my body trembles. I don’t know how to come back from this. I don’t know how to fix what I’ve broken. I just further destroyed the life of a man who has been through so much.
But more than that, I broke his trust.
I lied to him about who I was.
He opened up to me, let me in, and I shattered him.
Seeing the hate and rage in his eyes is something I can’t unsee.
I have to fix this.
I just have to.
But right now...I’m no longer safe.
Those men, they’ll be coming for me, and I no longer have the club to protect me.
I’m on my own.
I’m completely and utterly alone.
How the hell do I protect myself now?
TO BE CONTINUED....