Title:
The Choice
Author: Allison J. Kennedy
Release Date: Nov 10, 2014
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How do you heal
from your past when you're still trapped within
it?
I lost myself the
night of the party. Just like that, my innocence and my sanity were torn
away.
I would like to say
that time heals all wounds, but it doesn't. And I would like to say
that falling in love is what rescued me, but it wasn't. Nobody told me
what to expect in the coming days and weeks and months after conceiving a
rapist's child. Years later, my wounds are still just as fresh as the
night they were made. It would be so easy to disappear and allow the memories
to consume me.
But that's
the choice, isn't it? To live
instead.
**This book
contains rape triggers. Discretion is
advised.
I pounded on the
door of Alex's bookstore after a few knocks. “Where are
you?” I groaned in agony, cupping my hands over the window so I could
peer inside. I hadn't seen his car in its usual spot, and he
hadn't answered my calls. I broke down right then and there for the
millionth time, it seemed.
“May?”
I
turned around and saw him standing behind me with a bag of groceries.
“I left school. For good, I mean,” I stammered.
“And you didn't answer your phone, and I was scared you hated
me, too.”
He put the key in
the lock while I rambled, hurriedly letting us inside. I almost wondered if he
was ignoring me until he sat the bag down and pulled me into his arms.
“Shhh . . .” he soothed. “How could I ever hate
you?”
I gripped the back
of his sweater in my hands, wishing I could disappear into him and never have
to feel any of this again. Maybe if we were one person, our pain would have
been easier to bear. But of course that was impossible. I was hysterical,
sobbing so hard my knees threatened to give
out.
He inhaled a deep
breath and sang softly by my ear. I don't remember the words he sang,
but I remember how quickly the sound of his voice calmed my weeping. He took my
hand after a while and led me upstairs. I thought he was taking me to his
piano, but he took me to his bedroom
instead.
And the strange
thing was, when he held up the covers for us to climb under them, I had not
even a passing thought of being in Tyler's bed. I lay on his chest and
he kept singing. Then he hummed until the last of my tears fell onto his shirt.
He stroked my hair over and over. I'm sure he didn't know this,
but the strokes matched his
breathing.
And even after I
went home, I held onto that moment in my memory until morning dawned the next
day.
Allison was born
and raised in the mountains of Oregon, birthed of the crisp, clean air and
rainy forests. She now resides in Oklahoma City, though she is still thoroughly
attached to her home and finds much inspiration for her stories whenever she
has a chance to return. As the spouse of a police officer and a full-time
photographer, she is on her toes 24/7. In 2013, she was a recipient of the
Oklahoma Next Generation award: an award given to thirty individuals under the
age of thirty in the state who have proven to be innovative and inspiring
leaders in the arts, entertainment, business, media, and other areas of
impact.
Often told that she
has her head in the clouds, she couldn’t deny it even if she wanted
to. Allison began dreaming up stories long before she was old enough to write
them. She enjoys a variety of genres, including YA, romance, historical
romance, fantasy, dystopian, and anything else that hooks her interest. She
prefers to write books that tell gripping love stories in heart-wrenching,
real, inspiring ways. Her stories are deep and raw, taking the reader into a
world that is richly intricate. Readers often say that they are swept away and
left reeling when they have finished the last
page.
Allison loves to
interact with her readers, and she does her best to respond to every email she
receives. To learn more about her, visit her Facebook page and follow along on
her writing journey!
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