Hurt Me: A 'Me' Novel
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“Might I suggest you do more things you enjoy?” She smiled. After telling her I’d see her next week, I walked out to Deklan waiting, reading some girly magazine.
“Nice reading choice.” I hid a giggle.
“They need better shit to read,” he grumbled. He always waited for me. I told him he didn’t have to and, at first, I felt incredibly guilty about it, but sometimes after a tough session, I found that I wanted him there simply to hold me and ask how it went, which he does every time.
“Well,” I said as we walked out to the car. “She suggested I do more of the things I enjoy.”
“Bet. So tell me something you enjoy, and I got you,” he said as he slid behind the wheel and started the car.
I whispered in his ear the thing that I really, really enjoyed doing, and I was very detailed.
“Yeah?” he asked, pulling back. His eyes flashed that gunmetal color that told me he was aroused. I blushed and breathed out a yes, but didn’t turn away, because I knew between needing and wanting now, and I wanted him. I’d always want him.
“Word. Hang tight.” He smirked, and I barely made it into my seatbelt before he broke the sound barrier to get us home.
“I love you,” I told him as I laced our fingers together, looking at how well they fit.
“Love you too, babe,” he said smoothly, and just like always, my insides did a little jump at hearing him say that.
He’s got me and I’ve got him and together, we fit.
The end
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Matt
I know what some people think about me; I’m perfect. I have the perfect family, perfect girlfriend, and perfect life. They all think what my father thinks: I’m the good boy, the golden child compared to my fuck up of an older brother who didn't even come to his own mother's funeral. I was the dutiful son who represented the Kane boys and the total opposite of my brother. My brother who had secrets that blew my world apart. Some people think I’m a dick. Especially after getting a little glimpse of me from Deklan’s story, it’s got people assuming shit, calling me names because of Ember. Fine, I’m a dick, but no one knows me, the real me but it’s high fucking time they did.
Acknowledgement
Writing this took an emotional toll on me that I wasn’t prepared for, but I’m glad I was able to take people on this journey. I believe that no matter what a person goes through in life, there is some form of a happy ending for them and please, keep going until you find it. I feel as though I thank the same people over and over again but if I don’t how else are they going to know how awesome they are?!
T! You are the CHIZ, I love your guts and thank you for never letting me give up.
Heather P, Heather L and Damaris D, a big THANK YOU for pushing me and giving me words of wisdom when I wanted to scrap everything because I was feeling sucky. I love you ladies!
Dad, whose name I stole: Thank you for always believing in me; even up in heaven, I still feel your encouragement. And lastly, anyone who has read and loved Breathe Me, Hurt Me would not have been written if Breathe Me wasn’t so well received and there are so many that I’d like to thank individually but I’d be here a while. Know that I see you guys on line and I love you all.