isn’t much more either of us can say in regards to our current situation. Wrong place, wrong time, my brain rationalizes while my heart comes back with a soul crushing ache, a pain so real it feels like someone has just stabbed me in the chest with thousands of random and blunt objects, all at the exact same moment.
Without warning, Dex leaves me alone in his room. His actions are loud enough for me to understand and rather than dwelling and letting pain engulf me, I know I have to go. Locating the rest of my clothes, scattered over his floor, I swap the used undergarments for clean ones and find something to put on for the day. I need to get out of here, away from the foolish mistake I made. The only saving grace I can think of while gathering my stuff together and silently making my way to his door is that Mom and Dad won’t ever know about this.
Stuffing my feet into my shoes, I turn the locks and pull the chain aside, hoisting my luggage up. For a minute, I was hoping that Dex would stop me, that he would run up and take me in his arms, tell me everything would be okay.
But this isn’t a movie. This is real life. My real life, and that stuff never happens to me. I only have myself to rely on here and I need to remember that. I’m here for me, to find out who I am, not to lose my heart.
Squaring my shoulders, I begin making the trek down the old concrete steps and out onto the street. I take comfort from the hardness of my guitar case strapped to my back, and with the knowledge that I have a place to go to where I can immerse myself deeply in my new job.
I’m telling myself as I walk down the road, trying to get my bearings, that it doesn’t matter – Dex doesn’t mean anything to me and I don’t mean anything to him. It was a one-time thing. People do this all the time.
So why does my chest feel tight?
Ignore it , I tell myself, looking for something, anything familiar to help me get back to the park or downtown. It’s sheer luck that I catch a black Hackney cab driving down the street with its light on and I flag the vehicle down, knowing full well I could waste the entire day trying to find my way to where I need to be on foot.
Inside the cab, I tell the driver where to take me and slump back in my seat. I resist for a second but then give in and glance behind me. But before I give myself a chance to see that he’s not there, I shut my eyes and face the front again.
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Keep your eye out for the next installment of
Finding Me to see what happens!
Thanks for reading
xox Danielle
About the Author
Danielle Taylor has lived in and travelled to many countries. She enjoys many different genres – both writing and reading – and always seems to have a project on the go. Feel free to like her page on Facebook and don’t be afraid to drop her a line.
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Other Titles by Danielle Taylor:
Captive at Christmas
(Captive Hearts 1)
Available now on Amazon worldwide
Intimate Strangers
(Captive Hearts 2)
Available July 1 2013
Reckless Passion
(Captive Hearts 3)
Due out late 2013
Letting Go
(Adventures Inc. 1)
Coming soon
Coming soon…
Letting Go
An Adventures Inc. Novella
Violet Simon has spent her entire life preparing to take her father’s place at the head of their multi-billion dollar automotive parts company. Shortly before her twenty-fifth birthday, she decides to take a month-long vacation and do a few things well outside of her comfort zone.
Morné Styger still isn’t over his wife’s death, but he’s attempting to make a fresh start in LA. When the enigmatic Violet calls him up at Adventure Inc. seeking a month of thrills, he’s eager to impress his first high profile client.
Neither of them could have been prepared for the