When I Was His (SLY FOX #1) by MJ Masucci EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: MJ Masucci
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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I can see the glint of the cold steel in the streetlights as the figure
approaches. My father tells me to stay in my seat and steps from our
SUV. No words are exchanged, and all I can process is a bang and a
flash of fire as my father crumples to the ground. I’m left alone as the
assailant retreats. A scream erupts from me.
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“Ryleigh, wake the hell up.”
My eyes shoot open and I’m staring up at my roommate of the past
four years, Sadie Fulbright. She has her hand on my shoulder, and I
can see the look of concern on her face.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“You haven’t had these this bad since your freshman year.”
I sit up and wipe the sweat from my face with the collar of my t-shirt.
“I know. I don’t know why they came back.”
Sadie went back to her bed and plopped down, “Probably because of
stress. You have a lot going on. We have a lot going on.”
She was right, we did. In a few days, we will graduate from Columbia
University with degrees in business administration. We’d recently
secured a small apartment in Chelsea and put the deposit down. It
was all coming down at the same time. I had interviewed and was
hired for a position in public relations.
Sadie would be working in the same building but for a marketing
company. Our lives were changing. No more late nights staying up
studying to maintain our B+ averages.
My mother and stepfather wanted me to come back home to Hudson
Brook in Northern Westchester to live for a couple of years. I said no.
Both my brothers moved out of the house when they graduated. I
wanted to follow suit.
My mother had been married to Anders Stewart for almost fourteen
years. She started dating him a year after my father was murdered. I
was, in a few words, fucked up after I saw him get shot. My six-yearold brain couldn’t process what I’d seen, especially when I huddled
near his bloody body on the deserted street. A car finally came by
and stopped to call the police. It didn’t matter, it was too late. My
father was dead the minute the bullet entered his heart.
I didn’t talk for almost eight months after the incident, and when I
did, it was in the form of a scream. I went to therapy and was out of
school for almost a year until I could deal with the trauma. I had
nightmares for a while and was okay unless the stress was too much
for me to handle. My subconscious usually manifested that stress by
dragging up the most horrible memories of my life.
The first couple of weeks I lived with Sadie, I thought she would tell
me she wanted to move out. The first night it happened, she freaked
out and ran to get the RA. By the second week, she was used to my
nocturnal disruptions. I calmed and rarely had them until I was
stressed again.
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