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Title: When It Rains
Author: Lisa De Jong
Series: Stand Alone
Expected Publication Date: September 27, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
One night changed my life forever.
Beau Bennett has been my best friend since I can remember. He was my
first crush before everything came crashing down, and now he wants
more, but it's more than I can give him. Things are different now. I
wish I could tell him why, but I can't.
I haven’t told anyone.
I never knew how much I really needed him until the day he left for college, and I was completely alone.
Then
one day, Asher Hunt rides into town with his dark, captivating eyes and
cocky grin. He doesn't care who I used to be, he's simply breathing
life into what’s left. People warn me to stay away from him, but he
helps me forget the pain that has held me hostage for so long; something
I thought was impossible before he walked into my life.
I’ve been hurt.
I’ve been saved.
And I’ve found hope.
I
thought my story was written that night, but now I know it was only a
new beginning. Until one secret turns my world upside down…
Again.
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PROLOGUE:
When you live in a small town, there’s not much to do on a Friday night after a football game. When the season started that year, some of the seniors at my high school decided that we should all have a bonfire after each game. It was really an excuse to drink and hook-up: two things I wasn’t interested in, but I always went to hang out with my friends anyway.
That’s
where I was that night.
The
night I retreated into darkness, where the night sky had no stars, the day had
no sun, and all hope was drained from my body.
The night my life ended.
The night my life ended.
And
Beau Bennett wasn’t there. If he had
been, he would’ve saved me, just like he always did. He was grounded that night for staying out
past curfew the Friday before; in fact, it’s the only weekend I remember Beau
ever being grounded.
Life is a series
of coincidences and that night, coincidence screwed me over.
I
was there with Morgan, my best friend since third grade. She was dating the Senior Class President at
the time and it didn’t take long before they disappeared, leaving me huddled
near the fire with some of the other kids from my school. I felt completely comfortable being alone
because I’ve known most of these people since I had moved here when I was
five. That’s one of the nice things
about small towns.
Or
so I thought.
I
was sitting with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to warm what the fire
couldn’t, when Drew Heston sat down next to me.
My stomach did a somersault; I mean, Drew was a senior. Mr. Football, as
everyone called him. He was the local
hero, the type of guy who would have a billboard outside of town someday. It didn’t hurt that he looked amazing with
his short dark hair, light green eyes and broad shoulders.
I had secretly
crushed on him since the day I first walked into the doors of my high
school. There was something about the
way he walked the halls with his head held high that commanded every girl’s
attention, including mine. I’d never
talked to him or even made eye contact with him, for that matter, but there he
was, sitting next to me that night in front of the fire. I couldn’t believe it. Things like that didn’t happen to Kate
Alexander.
“Hey,
Kate, how’ve
you been?” he asked, his eyes burning into the side of my head. I
couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Just being near him made me lose
all
comprehension of the English language.
“Fine,” I mumbled,
biting down on my lower lip. A shiver
ran through my body like a freight train as I finally glanced in his direction.
“Were you at my
game tonight?” he asked, bumping my shoulder with his. I could feel the heat coming off his muscular
body and it made me blush.
My thoughts
drifted back to the third quarter when Drew threw the ball to his star receiver
Jackson Reid, who, at the time, was surrounded by defenders. My heart raced with excitement as I watched
Jackson and three members of the other team jump up to catch the ball at the
same time. In the end, Jackson came out
victorious because Drew threw it right into his hands. It was nothing short of amazing, yet for
Drew, it was completely normal.
“You were great,”
I replied, nervously reaching up to tighten my ponytail. A breeze blew through and a few raindrops
fell from the sky. I ran my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to chase
the chill from my body, but it didn’t help.
“Are you cold?” he
asked, scooting his body even closer to mine.
The way he was looking at me sent butterflies through my stomach. It
wasn’t like I was an outcast at school, but I wasn’t one of the elite popular
girls that guys like Drew usually spent their time on.
“A little. I
forgot my jacket at home,” I replied, feeling a few more raindrops fall on my
cheek.
He stood up and
reached for my hand. “Come on. I have an extra sweatshirt in the house you
can borrow.”
The party was
being held at his house since his parents had gone out of town that
weekend. I hesitated for a minute before
placing my hand in his. I knew of him,
but I didn’t really know him. It wasn’t the first time I’d been to his house,
but it was the first time I’d been inside. I felt a little uneasy, but I still
trusted him. I didn’t have any reason
not to.
Drew’s house was
old, but it had been well maintained with a fresh coat of paint and a
wraparound porch. He opened the front
door, never loosening his grip on my hand as he moved us forward. My attention was so focused on the
contemporary paint colors and beautiful cherry wood floors, it barely
registered that we were heading upstairs.
I watched as he
took a key out of his pocket to unlock one of the doors that lined the second
story hallway. He must have noticed the
way I was looking at him because his lips turned up on the sides. “I don’t like anyone to be in my room but
me,” he said, pushing the door open.
I nodded, following
him inside. Did I feel a little
uncomfortable stepping into Drew Heston’s bedroom? Yes.
Did I think for one moment that I shouldn’t be there? No.
I’d known him for years. Everyone
knew him and thought the world of him.
When he closed the
door and locked it, I felt my heart rate pick up. I watched him glance around
the room, following his eyes with mine. The walls were a deep navy blue with
various football posters covering them. And I’ll never forget how it smelled
like cologne had been used to cover up the stench of his used gym clothes.
I’d only been in one boy’s bedroom before and
Beau’s hardly counts…he’s one of my best friends. Drew remains still, staring
at me with glossed over eyes and, suddenly, being there didn’t feel right. “Can
you find that sweatshirt? I should
probably get back outside before Morgan comes looking for me.”
“Oh yeah, give me
a sec,” he said, moving to dig through a drawer in his dresser. I walked to the window at the other end of
the room and looked down at the diminishing fire. The rain was falling faster against the glass
making it harder to see in the distance, but it looked like everyone had left
their spots by the fire. I really needed
to hurry up and find Morgan before she left without me.
The house was
completely quiet, sending a chill down my spine. I closed my eyes and listened to Drew’s
footsteps moving closer to me, my heart beating faster every time I heard the
rubber soles of his shoes against the floorboards. I just wanted to get out of there. Everything
about being inside his room felt wrong and I wanted to escape it. Going up to his bedroom was a bad idea…going
to that party without Beau was a huge mistake.
His footsteps
continued to get closer as I spun on my heels to head towards the door. I was greeted with dark eyes and a vacant
stare. This was not the Drew I thought I
knew. I wanted to run out of this house
and never look back but he was blocking my path. “I’m going to wait outside. It’s getting warm in here,” I lied, motioning
toward his door.
He didn’t say a
word as he pressed his body to mine, completely closing any gap that remained
between us. My hands were sweaty and my
knees felt like they were made for paper dolls.
“Drew.” It was like he was in a
trance and it was scaring the hell out of me.
“It’s raining
outside, Kate,” he said, reaching his hand up to cup my cheek. I stepped back
out of his grasp, but he followed me. It
wasn’t long before my back was against the wall. Even if I wanted to leave, it was too
late. His hands rested on the wall,
caging me in with his arms. “Mm, you
smell so good,” he growled, pressing his lips to my neck. His touch forced me to tilt my head in the
other direction. I felt helpless.
“Drew, please,
just let me go. I really need to find Morgan,”
I cried. My whole body was shaking from
a fear unlike I’d ever felt before. It
was paralyzing. I just wanted to run out
the door as fast as I could and never look back, but I was stuck.
He ignored me,
running his lips down my jaw line. I
turned my head to fight, but he followed my movements. “What’s the matter,
Kate? I see the way you look at me. You want this as much as I do,” he said with
a husky voice that sent more panic through my already tense body. I used the little bit of fight I had left in
me to push on his chest but he didn’t move.
Not even an inch.
“Let me go,” I
pleaded. His right hand came down to
grip my hip hard as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. The force of his kiss sent pain to my lips
and all I could taste was the mix of my blood and the alcohol on his breath.
When his hand
found the bottom of my shirt and started to work the material up my bare
stomach, I tried to move my legs forward but he was so much bigger and stronger
than me. If anything, my attempts to push him away were only making things
worse.
He gripped my
wrists tightly and pulled me over to his bed, pushing me onto my stomach. I tried to pull my arms loose, but it caused
pain to shoot through my wrists. I’ve never felt more terrified in my whole
life. He continued to hold my arms
behind my back and pinned my legs down with his knees.
“HELP,” I yelled
as loud as I could through my panic and tears.
He clamped his
hand over my mouth, yanking my head back until my neck ached. “Everyone’s
outside. No one’s going to hear you.”
That was it. I was trapped under him, alone with no one to
save me. All the fight I had was drained
from my body, and the chances of anyone pulling me out of this hell were
getting slimmer by the minute. Tears rolled down my face, soaking his bedspread
while I fixated on the raindrops hitting the window. He forced my jeans down so
they were left slung around my left ankle. When I heard him working at his belt
buckle, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.
I’d never been exposed like that and it wasn’t at all what I
wanted. I was saving myself for someone
special and Drew was taking it from me.
I gasped for air but I couldn’t get any into my lungs. I tried to scream
again but no sound came out.
I felt him pressed
against my backside and it made me want to throw up. “STOP,” I screamed, trying again to free
myself from his hold but he was too strong.
He let out a
hushed chuckle from behind. “Are you
going to give up?”
“Please, don’t,” I
begged again. It was my last chance and I
knew it. He didn’t respond and when I
heard the sound of foil paper ripping, I squeezed my eyes shut and said a
silent prayer. I wanted it all to be a
nightmare I would soon wake up from. I
wanted someone to come through that door and stop it from happening. I wanted to be anywhere but there.
Except no one was
listening to me that night. I could hear
the soft tap of the rain falling on the window, but the rest of the house was
completely silent. I used to like the sound of rain but Drew took that from me
too.
He pressed into me
so quickly that pain erupted through my whole body, sending a deafening scream
into the darkness of the room. I
squeezed my eyes shut, feeling like I was drowning with no way to get to the
surface. I’ve never felt such intense
physical and emotional pain all at once.
It was the absolute worst moment of my life.
It still is.
He didn’t
stop. Not when I screamed. Not when I cried. He kept invading my body
with each and every thrust, killing me a little more inside each time. It hurt more to fight it so I remained still,
continuing to stare at the droplets that rolled down the window. He grunted as
he continued to shred my soul to pieces and I tried my best to block it out. I didn’t need to have his words locked into
my memory forever when I already had to live with the feel of him inside of
me. I knew I’d never be the same after
what he did to me.
I’m not sure how
long I was in the room, but it felt like an eternity. My whole life flashed before me as I was
overcome with grief. For the rest of my
life, I would always regret going up to that room with Drew Heston. I could never get that day back or a lot of
the other things he took from me.
The most important
thing I lost was my entire sense of self.
It took seventeen years to build my foundation and it took mere minutes
to tear it down.
I hate him.
The old Kate is gone...and
she’s never coming back.
And I’ll always hate
when it rains.
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