Fear washes over me and I can’t resist the urge to run. I bolt out of the restaurant in search of an escape from this nightmare. I try to hide the tears, but when I get to my car I realize my keys are still in the restaurant along with my purse and my inquisitively, nosey sister. That’s when the walls break. The breath that’s been wedged between my heart and my lungs finds its release along with my agonizing cry. I hug my arms around my legs and let the tears flow freely, not caring whether I look like a mentally, incapacitated lunatic. I smell Carly’s Japanese Cherry Blossom scent wafting through the spring air before I see or feel her presence. She helps me up off the cool pavement and somehow I end up in her Tahoe. I release my tortured cries as the memories of being abused filter through my mind. Anger, shame, disgust, sorrow and torment blanket over me and when the memory of being raped and beaten with his leather belt replays in my mind, I clasp my hands over my ears as a scream bellows through the vehicle.
What do You think about Lies Beneath The Surface (Buried Secrets #2)?
