TGIF throw out

Well Thursday was a fail evidently. Sorry I was REALLY busy, I completely spaced my obligations. Soooo here i am making it up to you. I have decided to leave my book at 0.99 for the remainder of its run. I am just not getting any sales. and since i am unknown and unfunded I will just have to suck it up and deal. But I am REALLY grateful for those who have bought my book, and would appreciate if you could possibly give a review so I may get to the point that I am kind of known.

Anyway, nothing to report this week, I have not had much time to write so I am going to bring you another piece of Scarred 2  that I had previously posted on my personal FB page. Hope you like it

Scarred 2

"You said you loved me." I cry defeated as I turn from him. I can’t believe I am letting him see me so vulnerable. I should be furious, but I cannot be. Anger is the last emotion my heart wants to embrace. Brayden's face remains pensive, as he stands in front of me with a bag packed, ready to take his leave.

"I never wanted this, I have to go." He says as he turns toward the door. "I will be back in a week. I trust you ...will be gone by then."

"So this is it, this is your end game? You show up on my doorstep, completely vulnerable, and make me love you. Then you just walk away, like there was nothing between us? Well, bravo! The Oscar for best actor in a drama goes to Brayden fucking Dayton! I can’t believe I fell for the empty words of another man. Your entire species have brought me nothing but pain."

Brayden's head ticks back a notch, as if I have slapped him, before he picks up his bag and walks toward the cab that just pulled up the drive. I stand there, mouth agape, as he glances up at me before closing the cab door. I swear I see a tear lingering in the corner of his eye.

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I cant even begin to explain how much I love this story..I hope you will too!

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