Felling Relentless Throwout
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I am exhausted.
My Bestie and my NaNo word count are going to be pissed because Ty and Maggie wont shut up.
Here is a little from Relentless Heart
Ty
She doesn’t think I noticed her running past the shop for the past few days. She doesn’t come to the gym anymore, so this must be how she is getting her workout in. I can’t blame her for trying to avoid me, but running past my shop does not exactly scream stay the fuck away from me. Women are nothing if not confusing.
Almost as if I can feel her, I rush to get out the door for lunch, but it is actually an excuse to confront her. I am not afraid of that scumbag ex-husband of hers. Actually, I would love the chance to turn the tables on him.” Just try to fuck with me again asshole, see how good it turns out for you.” I mumble as I round the corner of my storefront.
BAM.
I stumble backwards clutching my nose, and blinking tears from my eyes. Fuck. Whatever hit me was hard and moving quickly. I hold my hand against the wall as my eyes finally start to focus. Lying on the ground in front of me is Maggie. Spread eagle on the pavement and out cold. Damnit, why does this shit always happen to us. I crouch next to her as her head lulls and her eyes slowly open.
“Maggie, are you ok?”
I watch as confusion turns to realization. Her hand slowly lifting to the back of her head, gingerly touching it. “Damnit.” She whispers as she pulls her fingers away, stained red with blood. “Did I fucking plow into you?” I smile because she is sexy even in this state. I want to touch her, but don’t want her to run again. Maggie pushes herself up on to her elbow and squints at me. “ Are you just going to ogle my goodies, or are you going to help me up. “ I love her smart mouth. If I thought I could get away with it with my balls intact I would kiss her, but instead I stand and proffer her my hand.
“Come inside and let me look at that bump.” I nod toward her head as I pull her to her feet. Once she is fully standing she wavers, clutching at my chest for support. My pants start to tighten at the contact, but I remind myself she is hurt. Directing her back toward the front of the shop I open the door and lead her in to the chair behind the desk. Below the counter, I pull the first aid kit from its spot and start to tend to her bleed. After gently cleaning and inspecting the area, I put away my supplies and just hold a tissue in place. “looks like a scratch, though you couldn’t tell from all of this blood.”
“I should have warned you, I am a bleeder. The medications I am on thin the blood, so even the smallest nick turns into a geyser. Another thing I can thank Marcus for.” All of the muscles in my body tense when I hear his name. What could he have done to her to cause her to be on blood thinners. She senses my discomfort and grabs the tissue from my hand, turning toward me. Her small hand lands on my chest again, and her beautiful eyes meet mine. “It’s ok, it actually helps me take better care of myself. If it wasn’t for him beating me nearly to death in front of my child, I would have never left. I have to watch what I eat, and exercise. I probably would have never met you if it wasn’t for him.” Maggie gives me a hopeful smile, but I can see the sadness hiding just beyond the surface.
My hand climbs to her cheek, I have no say in my bodies reaction to her. I can feel she wants to say goodbye, but I don’t think I can let her. “What did he do Maggs?” I don’t know why I need to know this information. She has already said more in the past five minutes than she has the entire time I have known her. Her usual veil of humor, sass, and sarcasm has dropped, and I need her to let me in. She shrugs and looks down toward the floor, but she doesn’t push away from my hand. Instead she leans into my palm harder, and it warms me.
“Two years ago, I came home to him and his buddies watching the game. Typical Monday night. They were all drunk, and eating pizza, even though I had a crock pot of beef in the kitchen. Marcus yelled for Scarlett to bring him another beer, which she did obediently, but as she walked back past me I could see she was crying. Marcus still hadn’t noticed I was home. When I asked Scarlett what was wrong, she explained that one of her father’s friends had followed her into the bathroom and touched her. She told me that he said she would get in trouble if she told on him. Then she begged my forgiveness for being a bad girl.
I lost it. I stormed into the living room and called Marcus’s friend out. He was another detective on the force, and denied it vehemently. I told his friends to leave and that they were not allowed in my hose anymore. Marcus just sat and scowled at me until they all were gone. I knew I was not going to survive the night, but at that point I did not care. If he killed me, our daughter would be away from him permanently. I didn’t take into account he might hurt her.
He beat me. He hit me with his fists until he couldn’t anymore, then he hit me with a wine bottle. Scarlett tried to pull him off of me, but he threw her across the room, knocking her out. When I saw her lying there, I started to fight back but he was too strong. He held me down with one arm and raped me, while using the other to slice the skin of my torso with broken glass. He told me he would make it so no one would ever want me again. When the sirens started to approach, Marcus jumped off of me and ran out the back with his gym bag. Two hours later he rushed into the hospital pretending like he had been at the gym all night. He was arrested on the spot.
On top of the external traumas, Marcus left me with blood clots in my lungs and legs that could not be dissolved. I am on blood thinners for the rest of my life. No one besides my doctor, and now you have seen me without cloths on since that day. “ Maggie brings her hand to mine before meeting my eyes again. The tears running down her cheeks tell me exactly what I am about to hear. “I am a mess Ty, You don’t want me.”
“You are, but it just makes me want you even more. “ I try to be gentile, but I cannot. My hand slides to the back of her head and I tug on her hair. A hiss of air comes from her lips, and I ease up slightly, remembering her injury. Maggie’s hands find my hips forcefully pulling me between her legs, and I recognize the thrill in her eyes from the small amount of pain I inflicted. A growl emanates from her before she practically jumps into my arms, crushing her mouth into mine.
**
Le sigh, I love this story. I hope you do too.
I am exhausted.
My Bestie and my NaNo word count are going to be pissed because Ty and Maggie wont shut up.
Here is a little from Relentless Heart
Ty
She doesn’t think I noticed her running past the shop for the past few days. She doesn’t come to the gym anymore, so this must be how she is getting her workout in. I can’t blame her for trying to avoid me, but running past my shop does not exactly scream stay the fuck away from me. Women are nothing if not confusing.
Almost as if I can feel her, I rush to get out the door for lunch, but it is actually an excuse to confront her. I am not afraid of that scumbag ex-husband of hers. Actually, I would love the chance to turn the tables on him.” Just try to fuck with me again asshole, see how good it turns out for you.” I mumble as I round the corner of my storefront.
BAM.
I stumble backwards clutching my nose, and blinking tears from my eyes. Fuck. Whatever hit me was hard and moving quickly. I hold my hand against the wall as my eyes finally start to focus. Lying on the ground in front of me is Maggie. Spread eagle on the pavement and out cold. Damnit, why does this shit always happen to us. I crouch next to her as her head lulls and her eyes slowly open.
“Maggie, are you ok?”
I watch as confusion turns to realization. Her hand slowly lifting to the back of her head, gingerly touching it. “Damnit.” She whispers as she pulls her fingers away, stained red with blood. “Did I fucking plow into you?” I smile because she is sexy even in this state. I want to touch her, but don’t want her to run again. Maggie pushes herself up on to her elbow and squints at me. “ Are you just going to ogle my goodies, or are you going to help me up. “ I love her smart mouth. If I thought I could get away with it with my balls intact I would kiss her, but instead I stand and proffer her my hand.
“Come inside and let me look at that bump.” I nod toward her head as I pull her to her feet. Once she is fully standing she wavers, clutching at my chest for support. My pants start to tighten at the contact, but I remind myself she is hurt. Directing her back toward the front of the shop I open the door and lead her in to the chair behind the desk. Below the counter, I pull the first aid kit from its spot and start to tend to her bleed. After gently cleaning and inspecting the area, I put away my supplies and just hold a tissue in place. “looks like a scratch, though you couldn’t tell from all of this blood.”
“I should have warned you, I am a bleeder. The medications I am on thin the blood, so even the smallest nick turns into a geyser. Another thing I can thank Marcus for.” All of the muscles in my body tense when I hear his name. What could he have done to her to cause her to be on blood thinners. She senses my discomfort and grabs the tissue from my hand, turning toward me. Her small hand lands on my chest again, and her beautiful eyes meet mine. “It’s ok, it actually helps me take better care of myself. If it wasn’t for him beating me nearly to death in front of my child, I would have never left. I have to watch what I eat, and exercise. I probably would have never met you if it wasn’t for him.” Maggie gives me a hopeful smile, but I can see the sadness hiding just beyond the surface.
My hand climbs to her cheek, I have no say in my bodies reaction to her. I can feel she wants to say goodbye, but I don’t think I can let her. “What did he do Maggs?” I don’t know why I need to know this information. She has already said more in the past five minutes than she has the entire time I have known her. Her usual veil of humor, sass, and sarcasm has dropped, and I need her to let me in. She shrugs and looks down toward the floor, but she doesn’t push away from my hand. Instead she leans into my palm harder, and it warms me.
“Two years ago, I came home to him and his buddies watching the game. Typical Monday night. They were all drunk, and eating pizza, even though I had a crock pot of beef in the kitchen. Marcus yelled for Scarlett to bring him another beer, which she did obediently, but as she walked back past me I could see she was crying. Marcus still hadn’t noticed I was home. When I asked Scarlett what was wrong, she explained that one of her father’s friends had followed her into the bathroom and touched her. She told me that he said she would get in trouble if she told on him. Then she begged my forgiveness for being a bad girl.
I lost it. I stormed into the living room and called Marcus’s friend out. He was another detective on the force, and denied it vehemently. I told his friends to leave and that they were not allowed in my hose anymore. Marcus just sat and scowled at me until they all were gone. I knew I was not going to survive the night, but at that point I did not care. If he killed me, our daughter would be away from him permanently. I didn’t take into account he might hurt her.
He beat me. He hit me with his fists until he couldn’t anymore, then he hit me with a wine bottle. Scarlett tried to pull him off of me, but he threw her across the room, knocking her out. When I saw her lying there, I started to fight back but he was too strong. He held me down with one arm and raped me, while using the other to slice the skin of my torso with broken glass. He told me he would make it so no one would ever want me again. When the sirens started to approach, Marcus jumped off of me and ran out the back with his gym bag. Two hours later he rushed into the hospital pretending like he had been at the gym all night. He was arrested on the spot.
On top of the external traumas, Marcus left me with blood clots in my lungs and legs that could not be dissolved. I am on blood thinners for the rest of my life. No one besides my doctor, and now you have seen me without cloths on since that day. “ Maggie brings her hand to mine before meeting my eyes again. The tears running down her cheeks tell me exactly what I am about to hear. “I am a mess Ty, You don’t want me.”
“You are, but it just makes me want you even more. “ I try to be gentile, but I cannot. My hand slides to the back of her head and I tug on her hair. A hiss of air comes from her lips, and I ease up slightly, remembering her injury. Maggie’s hands find my hips forcefully pulling me between her legs, and I recognize the thrill in her eyes from the small amount of pain I inflicted. A growl emanates from her before she practically jumps into my arms, crushing her mouth into mine.
**
Le sigh, I love this story. I hope you do too.
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