SNAP (The SNAP Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Tara Dawn
smirk forms on his face.
Weeks have passed since I woke up from that nightmare of a date. Bits and pieces of the evening are still lost to me. I don't think I'll ever know everything that happened that night. I don't think I want to. At first I thought it was just a horrible dream, until I awoke the next morning naked in my own bed covered in bruises and barely able to walk. I took the next few days off work feigning illness, fearful of people asking questions and having to admit to something I'm not even sure of. The majority of my time was spent staring into a mirror trying to figure out who I was and what I did to make him think I enjoyed being beaten during sex.
Cady was the hardest to keep at bay. Constant phone calls and text messages from her had me fearing she would stop by at any second. I was able to appease her and she never stopped by, allowing me time to heal the best I could before showing my face to the outside world again. Even then I felt like people were staring at me like they knew what happened.
The marks took much longer to fade, though, and I found myself wearing long sleeves to work for over a week. Some lasted longer, but luckily those were in places not easily seen unless I was undressed. Those bruises taunted me until they disappeared. They are still there when I close my eyes. I don't think they will ever go away.
Phil tried to contact me a few days after we slept together. He acted as if nothing were wrong and didn't understand why I didn't want to speak to him or go out again. He stopped by my place a few times after I changed my phone number, but I pretended I wasn't home. The thought of letting him in petrified me. I didn't want to face him. I just wanted to leave it alone and move on.
We run into each other around town and he makes it a point to talk to me every single time. My skin crawls when he's near and I swear I can feel phantom pains from the deep scratches and bruises he left behind. The ones on my stomach still haven't healed completely.
Cady has asked several times how that date turned out since I didn't call her. She was also with me for a few of those encounters with Phil. I had to tell her something, so I just said he was a total asshole and that I have been avoiding him. Thankfully, she's bought it and hasn't pushed for more information. I don't think I can tell her. Hell, I don't think I can tell anyone.
My phone chimes out Red, Red Wine alerting me that Cady is calling. I push thoughts of Phil out of my mind as I dig around in the abyss I call a purse trying to find my phone before it goes to voicemail. All I need to hear is, "Are you hitting the f-u button on me?" I find it just in time and answer the call.
"Hey, girl. You finally decide to wake up?"
"It's only eleven," she growls into the phone. "Drinking my coffee and waking up. What are you doing?"
"Oh you know, the usual; using my only day off to run my ass off. I'm heading into the P.O. to get some stamps and drop off some bills, then I'm heading over to the store to grab a few things. You need anything while I'm there?"
"Damn girl, take a breath. Why don't you grab me some ciggs and stop by and chill for a minute. Sounds like you need a skittle," she says, referring to a Xanax. I'm always high strung.
The thoughts that run through my mind run circles around my body. If only my mind could become as exhausted as my body. Maybe then I could relax. But with what happened with Phil recently, I've found it difficult to relax at all. My mind churns constantly trying to remember that night until I've worked myself into a panic attack. I'll never forget my first one. It scared the shit out of me. I thought I was dying. Waking up in a cold sweat and struggling to breathe is becoming the norm. There's not been a night since that I haven't. It's exhausting and zapping me of all my energy everyday. Drugs are not my thing. I've done them here and there at parties through the years, but I don't really enjoy them and
Weeks have passed since I woke up from that nightmare of a date. Bits and pieces of the evening are still lost to me. I don't think I'll ever know everything that happened that night. I don't think I want to. At first I thought it was just a horrible dream, until I awoke the next morning naked in my own bed covered in bruises and barely able to walk. I took the next few days off work feigning illness, fearful of people asking questions and having to admit to something I'm not even sure of. The majority of my time was spent staring into a mirror trying to figure out who I was and what I did to make him think I enjoyed being beaten during sex.
Cady was the hardest to keep at bay. Constant phone calls and text messages from her had me fearing she would stop by at any second. I was able to appease her and she never stopped by, allowing me time to heal the best I could before showing my face to the outside world again. Even then I felt like people were staring at me like they knew what happened.
The marks took much longer to fade, though, and I found myself wearing long sleeves to work for over a week. Some lasted longer, but luckily those were in places not easily seen unless I was undressed. Those bruises taunted me until they disappeared. They are still there when I close my eyes. I don't think they will ever go away.
Phil tried to contact me a few days after we slept together. He acted as if nothing were wrong and didn't understand why I didn't want to speak to him or go out again. He stopped by my place a few times after I changed my phone number, but I pretended I wasn't home. The thought of letting him in petrified me. I didn't want to face him. I just wanted to leave it alone and move on.
We run into each other around town and he makes it a point to talk to me every single time. My skin crawls when he's near and I swear I can feel phantom pains from the deep scratches and bruises he left behind. The ones on my stomach still haven't healed completely.
Cady has asked several times how that date turned out since I didn't call her. She was also with me for a few of those encounters with Phil. I had to tell her something, so I just said he was a total asshole and that I have been avoiding him. Thankfully, she's bought it and hasn't pushed for more information. I don't think I can tell her. Hell, I don't think I can tell anyone.
My phone chimes out Red, Red Wine alerting me that Cady is calling. I push thoughts of Phil out of my mind as I dig around in the abyss I call a purse trying to find my phone before it goes to voicemail. All I need to hear is, "Are you hitting the f-u button on me?" I find it just in time and answer the call.
"Hey, girl. You finally decide to wake up?"
"It's only eleven," she growls into the phone. "Drinking my coffee and waking up. What are you doing?"
"Oh you know, the usual; using my only day off to run my ass off. I'm heading into the P.O. to get some stamps and drop off some bills, then I'm heading over to the store to grab a few things. You need anything while I'm there?"
"Damn girl, take a breath. Why don't you grab me some ciggs and stop by and chill for a minute. Sounds like you need a skittle," she says, referring to a Xanax. I'm always high strung.
The thoughts that run through my mind run circles around my body. If only my mind could become as exhausted as my body. Maybe then I could relax. But with what happened with Phil recently, I've found it difficult to relax at all. My mind churns constantly trying to remember that night until I've worked myself into a panic attack. I'll never forget my first one. It scared the shit out of me. I thought I was dying. Waking up in a cold sweat and struggling to breathe is becoming the norm. There's not been a night since that I haven't. It's exhausting and zapping me of all my energy everyday. Drugs are not my thing. I've done them here and there at parties through the years, but I don't really enjoy them and
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