Rushed – Christopher (The Four #5) Read Online Sloane Kennedy

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Four Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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I was about to ask him what he meant when he said, “I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop someone if they…” He paused briefly before continuing. “What if it happened while I was on a date? What if someone grabbed me from off the street and pulled me into an alley? Con had taught me some self-defense moves before that night in the club, but I didn’t use any of them. I knew I wouldn’t use them in those other situations either. So I made a decision that night, in that room that I should have been raped in.”

My heart hurt for Christopher. The terror in his voice was so strong that the attack at the club might as well have happened yesterday.

“What was the decision?” I asked.

“Since I couldn’t protect myself, I’d have to make sure I was never in a situation where someone could hurt me like that. So that’s what I did.”

As unreasonable as his argument sounded, I also knew how desperate and vulnerable Christopher had to have been feeling after escaping not one, but two violent sexual assaults.

“How?” I asked.

“It was easy. I finished my last year of high school online. I never went anywhere by myself, and the only events I went to were ones where I knew that only people I trusted would be there. I spent most days studying and reading.”

“But not the romance novels,” I offered.

Christopher shook his head sharply. “They made me want something I knew I could never have.”

“Love?” I suggested.

“A happily ever after,” Christopher responded. “I couldn’t risk dropping my guard, and I knew that reading those books would cause me to do exactly that, especially once I got to college.”

“What about your undergraduate work here in Seattle?”

Christopher shrugged. “It was pretty much the same as high school. I did as much work as I could online. I only left my dorm to go to classes. Uncle Micah or Con would pick me up to go grocery shopping so that I wouldn’t have to eat in the cafeteria.”

“What happened when you left home for school in North Carolina?”

“I kept doing everything I’d been doing. I got my own dorm room instead of sharing, I scheduled my classes for during the day so the campus would be busy when I walked to class, I ordered groceries online and only ate in my room. I didn’t participate in any activities, I didn’t go to parties, I never left my room after it got dark, and I became hyperaware of my surroundings.” Christopher paused before adding, “It became like this twenty-four-hour-a-day, seven-day-a-week job.”

“That kind of life couldn’t have been sustainable,” I said. I was horrified at the prospect of the sweet, smart, kindhearted Christopher locking himself away from the world.

“I needed it to be,” Christopher responded. “I figured I’d eventually get to a point where I felt more comfortable with the campus and the other students in my nursing program, but things got worse. By the end of my first semester, I was borderline agoraphobic. I’d stopped sleeping because I was convinced someone would come into my room. I was lying to my family about everything, and I’d stopped going home, even for holidays and the summer. I told everyone I was taking extra courses. Uncle Micah and Con came to visit a couple of times, and I managed to convince them I was loving college life each time. I was able to keep my grades up with no problem, but the stress was starting to make me sick. It was hard to keep food down, and after a while, I just wasn’t hungry. I couldn’t hide my appearance from my family, so I just cut off contact more and more. I blamed it all on school and studying. Last fall when I started the second semester of the program, I tried to start taking better care of myself. The curriculum included classes with a lot more hands-on training, which meant working with patients and shadowing other nurses.”

“How did you do it?” I asked. I was still trying to make sense of the isolated life Christopher had forced himself into.

“It was hard at first, but having a routine helped. Most of the other students in the program were women, so it was easier to be around them. Several of them lived in my dorm, so I would walk to and from the hospital with them, and it didn’t take long for them to start inviting me to things like coffee after class, study sessions, stuff like that. I hadn’t really realized how lonely I’d become until I started hanging out with them.”

“What happened?” I asked after several minutes of Christopher going silent. He looked tired. Instead of prodding him to respond, I stood up and went around the island. I held out my hand and waited.


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