Page 69 of Bend
RED
I fall back to earth in pieces, with the rain. Cold, hard rain. Stinging rain. He pulls my pants and underwear up and lifts me underneath my ass and back, putting me over his shoulder like one might a child. I open my bleary eyes and realize that we’re touching sand. The boat sits sideways on the shore, knocked here by the tide.
He grabs my bag. My purse. I cannot move. Can only stare. The trees are tall and mossy. Thick. Untouched.
I don’t know if I think the dark, overgrown forest just beyond the beach is beautiful or frightening. But I’m here.
I’m here, and the rain is falling harder every second.
The DEVIL In Me
The Devil In Me
Copyright © K.I. Lynn
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Editors
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N Isabelle Blanco
Publication Date: May 5, 2014
Genre: FICTION/Romance/Erotica
Copyright © 2014 K.I. Lynn
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Chapter 1
Lying on the bed of my childhood room should have been a nostalgic experience. Instead, I stared up at the ceiling, boxes in my periphery and the alarm blaring next to me.
What the fuck happened?
I rubbed my face, then swung my legs over the edge of the bed, slamming my hand down on the alarm as I stood. There was very little room to maneuver around the already small room, but I’d already filled up the basement and half the garage with all the shit I’d accumulated in my life. I cursed when I slammed my toe into the wheel of the suitcase on the floor, giving it a swift kick before grabbing some clothes out of it.
The house remained quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. I sighed as I looked down at the boner curving my cock up. Pissing with one annoyed the crap out of me, but had become a daily thing since sex for me was non-existent lately.
Once I threw on the random jeans and shirt I’d grabbed, forgoing styling my hair for now and doing the basic morning routine, I headed downstairs. The smell of coffee perked me up a little, and I grabbed a cup as I made a quick bowl of oatmeal before finding my mom sitting in the living room.
“Morning.” I kissed her forehead and sat down on the couch, placing the oatmeal in front of her.
She smiled at me, and the sight depressed me, but I tried not to show it. Her face had become a shade of sickly yellow, there were dark circles under her eyes, and every bit of her hair was gone. I hardly recognized her as the woman I’d known my entire life.
“Good morning, sweetie.”
“How are you feeling?” I reached forward and grabbed the multiple pill bottles sitting on the coffee table.
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
