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Harloe Rae

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English
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B0849X44RF
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“Will you help me remember?”

That’s the second thing I ask the stranger hovering just outside of my hospital room. To me, Decker Fredric is another nameless face in the crowd. To him, I’m a forgotten girl he hasn’t seen in years. But he agrees to be my crutch through the fog as if we were once friends.

Everything is a blank canvas spreading far and wide in front of me. Any direction I take, my steps stumble over the unknown. Decker becomes the only reliable constant in my life. I lean on him too hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His unwavering patience and guidance restore some semblance of normal I don’t recall having.

My attraction to Decker is instant, but he appears indifferent. Until the day his stare holds a bit too much heat. In return, I dare to let my touch linger. Our hugs cling tighter than a simple embrace should. But we have no business defying the distinct line cutting between us.

Decker Fredric was never mine to keep. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be.

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The lonely road is littered with sorrow.

Murky puddles taunt.

Grass long overgrown weeps.

Sharp pebbles cut deep.

But my soles do not beg for relief.

The shards of my heart bleed.

Painting the gravel with more despair.

And I don’t even remember how I got there.

—Delaney Wallace

“Will you help me remember?”

That’s the second thing I ask the stranger hovering just outside of my hospital room. To me, Decker Fredric is another nameless face in the crowd. To him, I’m a forgotten girl he hasn’t seen in years. But he agrees to be my crutch through the fog as if we were once friends.

Everything is a blank canvas spreading far and wide in front of me. Any direction I take, my steps stumble over the unknown. Decker becomes the only reliable constant in my life. I lean on him too hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His unwavering patience and guidance restore some semblance of normal I don’t recall having.

My attraction to Decker is instant, but he appears indifferent. Until the day his stare holds a bit too much heat. In return, I dare to let my touch linger. Our hugs cling tighter than a simple embrace should. But we have no business defying the distinct line cutting between us.

Decker Fredric was never mine to keep. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be.

Wisdom of Worth #83: Beware of coal wrapped in glitter.

A lamp whizzes by my face, crashing into the wall. The lightbulb shatters with a sickening pop, cloaking the room in eerie darkness. I focus on the dying glow from those unrecognizable pieces. There’s probably a metaphor buried within the shards, but I can’t think of that now. The man looming on the fringes of my personal space commands every ounce of attention. I feel his sticky filth locking me in place. That level of control makes my skin pebble and burn.

Charles points a blunt finger at me. “You think keeping secrets will save you?”

My blink is weighed down with a thousand words. All the curses I wish to spill dangle on my lashes. What I wouldn’t give to let him hear exactly how he makes me feel…but it will only make the impending fallout worse.

“What’s spinning up here, huh?” He flicks my forehead. “Nothing but hot air. You’re lucky I was willing to take care of you. Anyone else would’ve kicked you to the curb by now. Maybe I should, huh? Would that teach you a lesson?”

Bile burns at the back of my throat. This asshole is so arrogant. He can’t see the truth ready to be spat in his disgusting face. How did I ever find him attractive? He’s nothing more than a bully with a fat wallet. I was lured in by the promise of a better life, duped by shiny presents and glamorous dates. He said all the right things, with an extra helping of extravagant flare, showering me with gifts I could never afford on my own. Such material bullshit. Nothing that good is true—or free. I should’ve known better when mother dearest suggested our coupling. She’s only out for herself and whatever benefits come along with it. Now I’m left paying dearly for my stupidity.

There isn’t a wisdom of worth powerful enough to clean this mess I’ve landed in. My big brain isn’t looking so impressive in this moment. If my friends could see me now, they’d probably have plenty of their own advice to dish out. None of that will help me with this devil of a man.

“Did you fucking hear me, Lanie? Or are you suddenly deaf and dumb?” His meaty fist crumples the note I’d been foolish enough to leave by my phone. “Whose number is this, huh? Some asshole you met at work? You’re quitting that damn job. I won’t let anything—or anyone—take you away from me.”

I blow out a slow stream of held breath then press my lips together in a flat line. He doesn’t deserve my honesty—not that he’d believe me either way. This isn’t the first time he’s falsely accused me of something outrageous. I’ve come to expect this nasty behavior from my so-called boyfriend, embarrassing as that is to admit. There’s no denying the truth currently sneering at me.

In the beginning, I blamed his mood on a bad night of drinking. Weeks later, I now see his temper for what it truly is.

“Who is he? Did you tell him all about me? How I’ve ruined you?”

Charles stalks closer, and I brace for his brutal contact. There’s no disguising my flinch, though. Every part of me goes rigid with tension. His chuckle is a taunt and has me stiffening further.

“Scared, little lamb?”

I grind my teeth. That nickname is disturbing, similar to the man spitting it at me. The urge to kick him in the teeth vibrates through me. I usually fight back without hesitation. He hasn’t broken me yet—not for lack of trying. My jaw still throbs from his backhand. The purple bruise is further proof that I need out of here. I’ve been planning my escape since he first hit me weeks ago. Leaving immediately would’ve been wise, but not practical. Regardless, his lack of awareness is almost comical.


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