(Scarred Bullet #2)
Publication date: October 21st 2016
Genres: Action, New Adult, Romance
He’s been there to help through it all.
Every touch, every sound, and every breath.
I was starting to get better. I was starting to live again the way a normal girl should. That is until we graduated college and life got in the way.
I didn’t think I would see Dem Dabbs again, at least I hoped I would soon, because now I’m falling back. I’m back into my habits. I don’t think I’m strong enough, but somehow, I have.
I’m living on autopilot… until I get that hope back.
I can see him.
Will it be the same? Will we pick up where we left off?
Will his touch bring me back to normal?
Or does he need me more than I need him?
I waved back and almost tripped on something. I looked down and saw my red sneakers had a lace untied. Luckily, I didn’t trip at the finish line, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had. “Shoe lace!” I pointed down as I bent. When I got up, I don’t know what happened or how, but the roar of an engine made me stop.
“WILLA!” Dem screamed.
I looked up and saw Dem and Bullet racing to me, along with all the others, panicked looks on their faces. They were all full on arms swinging and legs running like their life depended on it.
Is someone chasing them?
The roar got louder, and when I looked to the right, a black tinted car was speeding toward me. You know when you meet a deer in the road and it just stares at you and you’re honking for it to get out of the way, but it doesn’t move? Yeah, that was me.
I was frozen. The air around me felt still and everything was blurred except for that one car. The sounds were so faint, but I knew what was going to happen. It was too late; its hood right in front of me, and its speed was way too fast for a parking lot.
“Willa!” His voice got me back to reality, and when I got the feeling to move, something rammed into me and my body fell hard on the ground.
I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it's hasn't stopped since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I'm trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.
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