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“Eat shit.” Derek coughed.
I nodded at Marco to continue.
Derek was tougher than I thought. He held out for over twenty minutes before finally giving up a name. Shelby Grace.
Once I had that, I moved over to Derek’s computer and looked her up. A few clicks later and there she was. The mysterious blonde from college. Cheyenne. The woman who should’ve been my wife. According to the file she had been here for years, right under my nose. I couldn’t stop staring at her picture. She was older, and even more beautiful, and married.
I had waited years for this moment. So long that I thought I’d never find her. Cheyenne Grace was mine now, and her husband…
My eyes locked onto the man with his arm around her shoulders.
He was fucking dead.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
T.L Hodel is a Canadian author, poet and artist. Though coming from a difficult childhood she excelled at writing, having her first poetry published in junior high school. When she's not writing she occupies her self with numerous crafts, hobbies and is an avid gamer. She lives in Calgary with her kids and cat, and may have a slight weakness for horror movies. (Okay, that's a lie, she's probably seen them all)
SAVING HER
ELLA KADE
Each night he follows her.
Each night she runs from the pain.
On the brink of ending it all, one simple action saves Harley.
Slade never knew how bad it was until he saw her disappear under the waves.
Now his sole purpose is to save Harley and make her fall for him before she leave Saint Sebastian for good.
Trigger Warnings: Thoughts of suicide, physical and mental abuse by parent.
SAVING HER BLURB
1
HARLEY
Istared out the window as we pulled up to our new house. This was supposed to be the start of something new and better, but how could that be when we’d left the only home I’d ever known. Left the memories of him behind. There would be nothing of him now. I’d be alone as she tried to forget.
Movement in the window next door catches my eye. Standing there with a light shining behind him like an angel stood a boy about my age. The only thing I could see was he had dark hair. He moved away before I could glimpse anymore of him.
My mom came into view. Her short blonde hair was disheveled, and her blue eyes were blank. “You can’t sit in the car forever.”
“We shouldn’t be here,” I spat out, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Well, you’re only seventeen and under my care. Once you. turn eighteen you can do whatever you want to do.”
“Thanks for caring,Mom.” I stepped out of the car and bumped into her to get her out of my way. If she was going to be a bitch about this, then so would I.
“Harley,” she sighed out my name. It should have been because she was sorry, but it wasn’t. The only thing she was sorry about was that I was still her problem.
“Don’t bother. I’ll stay out of your hair, so you can live your happy new life.” Squatting down, I tightened my shoelaces. “I’m going to go for a run. Don’t wait up.” I said it even though I knew she wouldn’t. She’d be with the man she’d replaced my father with smiling and getting her happy ending while I was drowning in regret and grief.
I straightened looking down at my mother. I loved that I was taller than her now. “I’m going for a run.”
“No, you’re not.” she squared off against me. “You’re going to take things up to your room and unpack. If you don’t?—”
