Page 317 of Releasing 10
OCTOBER 31, 2003
HUGH LIED.
He was aliar.
He tricked me into thinking he could make me better and then he snatched it all away.
Didn’t he understand how badly I needed him?
Didn’t he care that I was burning up in flames?
Everything ached and I needed him, dammit!
I couldn’t make sense of my thoughts anymore.
I didn’t even know where I was going.
All I knew was I felt consumed by rage andhadto move.
“Hey!” a strange voice called out before a big hand clamped down on my shoulder. “Where are ya going?”
Confused, I swung around to see one of Hugh’s rugby pals. “Where am I going?”
“Yeah,” he replied slowly, blue eyes one mine. “You okay?” His gaze raked over me and his brows furrowed. “Why are you wandering around the street in a hoodie?”
Was I?
“I’m not sure.” Puzzled, I dropped my gaze to Hugh’s hoodie that I was wearing and then to the streetlights illuminating the darkness. “I, uh…I don’t know.”
“Hey,” the boy said, holding both my shoulders now. “It’s okay. Don’t look so sad.”
“I am sad.”
“Why?”
“Because I…” I blew out a pained breath. “I just want to feel good.”
“Feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” Closing my eyes, I swayed from side to side. “I want to be touched.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“If you want to feel good, I can make that happen for you.”
Shivering, I instantly stepped closer. “You can?”
“Yeah.” His hands moved to my hips and he pulled me close. “If you want me to.”
“Mm.” Releasing a frustrated moan, I felt my body sway. “I just want—”
“Liz!”
Confused or not, Iknewthat voice.
Spinning around, I came face to face with those whiskey eyes.
