UNBREAKABLE
Abby Reynolds
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UNBREAKABLE
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Copyright © 2014 by Abby Reynolds
All Rights Reserved
ISBN-13: 978-1494480585
ISBN-10: 1494480581
To Two Different Men
The one who shattered me into infinite pieces,
And the one who put them back together.
CHAPTER ONE
Keira
Scotty and I went to the Gaslight to get a drink. It was a district of San Diego that was occupied solely by young crowds. Everyone went to the University of California, San Diego or San Diego State University. So everyone was there for the same reason.
To get wasted.
Personally, I was alcohol’s number one fan. It didn’t matter if it was hard liquor, beer, or wine. I downed it without a second thought. It was the only medicine I had. After I had so much, my mind was gone. The pain was absent. If there were tears on my face, I didn’t notice.
Scotty sat beside me at the counter and finished his first beer. I was already on my third.
He eyed my red face then raised an eyebrow. “You drink too much.”
“No. I only drink once in a while.”
He wasn’t buying it. “I’m cutting you off after that one.”
Bastard. Fine, I’ll just finish when I get home. He couldn’t stop me then.
Scotty kept glancing at me, watching everything I did. I appreciated it even though I wouldn’t admit it. To get the attention off me, I eyed a girl sitting alone at the bar. She had big boobs, lustrous hair, and perfect teeth, exactly Scotty’s type.
I nodded to her. “She’s cute.”
Scotty eyed her then turned back to me. “Yeah.”
“Go talk to her.”
“I’m here with you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You just want me to leave so you can order another beer.” He had a slight smirk on his face. His green eyes were almost identical to my own. His brown hair had the same slight curl to it. Sometimes people thought we were siblings, but we were cousins.
Scotty was more than just my cousin. He was my best friend, my entire family. We both moved here for college, and I clung to him like I’d never let go. He was the only person who understood what I’ve been through. He was there.
“If you don’t pick her up, someone else will.”
He eyed her again then turned back to me. “I promised I would never leave you alone.”
“You’ll only be a few feet away.” I appreciated how much Scotty protected me. He took me everywhere, the store, school, work, and the gym—everywhere. I just hated being alone. It was too damn hard. But I didn’t want to ruin his life. In the end, this was my burden, not his.
“What about when she wants to come to my place?”
“Aren’t you cocky?” I said with a laugh.
“What?” he asked with a smirk. “She will.”
Even though we were related, I knew my cousin was attractive. My girlfriends constantly reminded me when they asked if he was seeing anyone. I saw the lustrous looks cast his way anytime we were out. Scotty wasn’t boyfriend material. I’d never seen him in a serious relationship. He just wasn’t emotionally available. I never judged him for it. It was his life. And he never judged mine.
“Are you going to make your move or what?” I asked.
He rubbed his chin and pondered the decision. “I’ll get her number then fuck her later.”
“Whoa…watch the language.”
He laughed. “You aren’t a lady. You’re a boy with tits.”
I glared at him. “Thanks…”
Scotty nudged my stomach. “You know I’m kidding. But you are a tomboy.”
I knew I was. I liked playing basketball with Scotty. Being outside, hiking and swimming, were my favorite hobbies. I didn’t care for dressing fancy or spending two hours on my hair. It wasn’t me.
Scotty knocked on the counter. “I’ll get the number then we’ll leave.”
“You’ll try to get the number then we’ll leave.”
He gave me an arrogant smile. “You want to make it interesting?”
“Maybe…”
“A hundred bucks.”
Umm…I was already so poor I could barely afford groceries. “How about breakfast instead?”
“Looks like you’re scared.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are we on or what?”
He extended his hand. “Alright.”
I shook it then he walked away. When he abandoned his nearly empty beer, I downed the rest of it.
I seriously had a problem.
I watched Scotty make his move. He leaned toward the girl, placing his hand on the counter and blocking her in. She was on her guard for a moment, but she relaxed when he made her laugh. Scotty pushed a napkin toward her then handed her a pen.
Damn.
He looked at me and gave me a cocky grin while she signed it.
“You look familiar.”
I was so absorbed in Scotty, I didn’t notice the man standing beside my chair. “Sorry?”
He leaned down, his body covered in muscles. He was three times my size. “I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“No, you haven’t,” I blurted.
He smiled. “I haven’t? Maybe you’re right…but I’d like to see you again.”
Cheesy line. Cheesy guy. Get the hell away from me.
He leaned closer to me, officially getting in my personal space. I panicked. I tried not to, but my fear was easily triggered by unfamiliar men. I was scared, needing to get away from this guy. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck. I wanted to scream. “Go away.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner sometime…”
“Get away from me.” My voice level increased as I felt more threatened.
He put his hand on my arm and that’s when I bolted. I stumbled out of my chair and hit the floor. I scrambled to my feet then collided in Scotty’s strong chest. “Get me out of here…”
“I got you. I got you.” He hooked his arm around my waist. “Let’s go.”
The guy looked confused. “I was just talking to her. I didn’t mean to hurt her…”
Scotty pulled me away until we were outside. The noise level decreased immediately. I was so relieved to get out of there. The salt was in the air from the nearby beach. I clung to Scotty like a security blanket.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded into his chest.
He guided me to the car and put me in the passenger seat. When he sat in the driver seat, the silence descended. All I heard was my heavy breathing. I was still sweating, drenched in a nervous panic. He touched my arm, making me feel like I would die under the impact. I tried to control my racing heart, but it had its own prerogative.
Scotty watched me and respected my silence. He waited until I was calm before he spoke. “You should talk to someone.”
“No.” We had this conversation a dozen times. “I have you.”
“I can’t give you what you need,” he said gently.
“I’m not talking to anyone. Leave me alone.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.” He grabbed my hand and held it. “It’s alright, Kei
ra.”
I stared out the window. “It’ll never be alright.”
CHAPTER TWO
Keira
Two Years Earlier…
“What do you want to do tonight?” Finn asked when I got into the car.
I grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
“Oh…that’s what you want to do,” he said into my mouth.
“I like kissing you.” I moved back into my seat. “Now drive away before my parents see us.”
“That’d be awkward…” He pulled onto the street then changed the radio station. He always listened to heavy metal. I found it annoying, but it was his car. He could listen to whatever he wanted. “How about a drive-in?”
“Drive-in movie?”
“What did you think I meant?” he snapped. “McDonald’s?” His voice came out harsh and angry sometimes. I wasn’t sure what triggered it. He was naturally hot and tempered. But he hadn’t lashed out directly to me so I let it go.
“No, silly.”
“Silly? Don’t call me that.” He was clearly in a bad mood tonight. He shifted back and forth a lot.
Finn was two years older than me. He graduated high school long before I did. My parents didn’t like him or our age difference, but they couldn’t stop me from being with the guy I loved. I didn’t care what they thought.
When we arrived at the drive-in, Finn ordered a soda and popcorn for us to share. He placed everything in the center so it was accessible to both of us. We were watching a romantic comedy, something neither one of us cared to watch. But it was the only film playing.
I scarfed down most of the popcorn then washed it down with the soda. The movie wasn’t very entertaining so my eyes drifted to him every few minutes. Every time they did, he met my gaze.
The static filled the air and made me suddenly hot and cold at the same time. He continued to look at me, his lips slightly opened. I knew what would happen next. He leaned closer to me then pressed his lips to mine. Finn was the only guy I’d ever kissed. And he was really good at it.
He dated a popular cheerleader in high school, but when she moved away for college they went their separate ways. After running into him at the movies, we started talking then got serious. We were going to get married when I graduated.
His experience wasn’t lost on me. I knew he’d been with plenty of women. I was still a virgin, and I was very shy when it came to my sexuality. The most we ever did was kissed. The idea of doing anything more made me break out in a cold sweat.
His lips caressed mine then his tongue slipped into my mouth. They danced together then made me moan. My fingers fisted his brown hair and pulled him closer to me. The movie forgotten, we kissed for several minutes, our pleasured sounds filling the car.
Finn broke our embrace. “Let’s go in the backseat.”
He never asked me that before. “Why…?”
“There’s more room.” He moved to the back then grabbed my arm. “Come on.”
It wasn’t an invitation. It was a command. “But we can’t see the movie…”
“Would you rather watch it or kiss me?” The dark intensity in his eyes drew me toward him but frightened me at the same time.
“I want to be with you.”
He yanked me toward him. “Then come here, baby.”
My heart racing, I moved into the back seat.
Finn immediately pushed me on my back then moved on top of me. We usually kissed like this on his bed, but my legs were straight. Now he separated them, his crotch near my pelvis. I felt a definitive hardness down below.
His kisses were harder than they normally were. A passionate heat broke through his lips. I felt him rub against me, being more sexual than we ever were before.
Then his hands started to wander.
One moved up my shirt then slipped under my bra. I never let him touch me there, but I knew I should since we’d been dating for months. I’d been so prude for the longest time and I knew I needed to loosen up. He loved me and I loved him. I shouldn’t keep him waiting.
His fingers pinched my nipple then he squeezed the other breast. I liked it but felt guilty at the same time. I was only sixteen years old. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.
Finn moved down to my skirt then his hand inched up, coming close to the apex of my thighs.
We definitely haven’t done this before…
I grabbed his hand and steadied it, still kissing him. His hand moved away then cupped my breast again. But a few moments later, his hand returned under my skirt, his direction between my legs.
“Come on,” he said into my mouth. “You’ll like it. I promise.”
The confidence in his voice made me assured. I opened my knees slightly and let him touch me. He rubbed the nub between my legs then slipped a finger inside me.
“You’re so tight. You really are a virgin…”
Why wouldn’t I be? I wouldn’t lie about something like that.
He was gentle with me, kissing me at the same time. My anxiety started to drift away the longer we touched each other. My heat came back and I grabbed his face and kissed him.
He pulled his hand away then undid his jeans.
That was too far.
“I’m not ready for that,” I blurted.
He didn’t stop. He pulled down his jeans and boxers slightly, revealing his long cock. I’d never seen one before, so naturally, I couldn’t stop staring. “We’ve been together for months, Keira. You love me, right?”
“Of course I do, but…”
“But what? We’re getting married as soon as you graduate. Why can’t we just be together? You’ve made me wait long enough.”
Now I felt guilty. He could be with any other girl but he chose me. And I wasn’t giving him what he wanted. “It’s just…I don’t know.”
He gave me an irritated look then sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” Now he was angry.
I grabbed his arm. “Wait.”
He turned back to me, hope in his eyes.
“Okay…”
“Is that a yes?”
I nodded. I was still scared to death. But I didn’t want to lose him.
“Good.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket then sheathed it on. “It’ll hurt at first but then it’ll start to feel good.”
“Umm, okay.”
He pulled my underwear to the side then pulled my hips toward him. He found my entrance then slipped inside slowly. The pleasure on his face told me how much he enjoyed it. It hurt on the way in, and once he was inside, it still hurt.
He thrust into me hard, not kissing me and barely touching me. The car rocked as he slid in and out. I felt a small explosion in my lower stomach like something broke. He kept going until he was done.
After he pulled out, he disposed the condom then tossed it aside. “It’ll feel better next time.”
“Oh okay.”
I felt sick to my stomach and I didn’t know why. I just lost my virginity in a back of a car at the drive-in. It wasn’t exactly what I fantasized about. I felt hollow and empty. Used. As soon as I got home, I bawled my eyes out in the privacy of my room.
CHAPTER THREE
Liam
The only time I felt at peace was when I slammed my fist into a punching bag. The gloves wrapped around my knuckles, but offered little protection. Every time I took them off, my hands were covered in blood. One of these days, I’d break my knuckles.
But I would worry about that when I had to.
No one had any idea how angry I was. Whenever the explosion happened inside me, I held it back and blended in with the crowd. I was surrounded by friends who would do anything for me. If you asked anything of them about me, they would tell you I was the greatest guy in the world.
And that was true. For the most part.
I left Burbank to attend college at UCSD. I got into UCLA but that was too close to home. I needed to get out. Everything reminded me of that night…the night that would scar me forever.
The ocean
side and the laid back persona of the student body was good for me. College students frolicked around everywhere. There were friends on every corner. It was peaceful most of the time.
When I left my classes for the afternoon, I met Bran in the parking lot.
“Nervous about tonight?” Bran asked.
I shook my head. “I’m never nervous.”
‘There’s a lot of money on the table…”
“And it’s going to be in my pocket soon.”
“I can’t believe you’ve already paid off your tuition.” He shook his head and whistled. “Forget college. You should do this full-time.”
“I know. But my body won’t be able to handle it one day.”
“That’s called retirement, bro.”
I walked to my truck then threw my backpack in the back. “Everyone coming?”
“Everyone always comes, man. You think we’d miss out?”
“No. Because if you did, I’d kick your ass.”
“Like you could take me,” he said with a laugh.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Okay. You could kill me. But you’re a good guy so you won’t.”
He clearly didn’t know me very well.
He got into his Pontiac. “See ya.”
“Bye, man.”
When I got home, I threw my backpack on the couch then checked my phone. I had ten text messages from Jane.
Why haven’t you called me?
Where are you?
Come over tonight.
Miss you.
Fuck. Was she my girlfriend now? I made it clear I was just fucking her. She said she was fine with that but it didn’t seem like it. I ignored her then tossed my phone aside.
I was never nervous to be in the ring. It was the only time I felt somewhat happy. My natural instincts took over and I collided my fists with layers of muscle. Blood splashed on me but I kept going. I’d been doing this for a few years, and I never lost a match. The ultimate fighting division in San Diego was a good sporting match that involved a lot of money. But I would do it for free.
When I stood in the locker room, I removed my shirt and examined my body in the mirror. My arms were large and swollen with muscle. My stomach was tight, and I had a noticeable V in the front. Ironically, I wasn’t the biggest guy in the league. In fact, I was on the slimmer side. But the dumb brutes didn’t know anything about anatomy and physiology. They spent more time and energy throwing a punch than I did, and by the time they made their move, I already made mine—twice. In other words, I was fast and precise. I caused a lot of damage.
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