Title:
Titanium
Author: Zeia
Jameson
Release Date:
April 19, 2016
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I was once told I was
unbreakable and I believed it.
But when everything I held dear was lost, I had no choice
but to shatter.
Every day, Kat laces up her gloves and fights away her
demons.
When fighting doesn't subside the pain, scotch and
promiscuity beckon.
Her life has no purpose.
She has no viable future.
And she wishes she'd never met Kevin
Fitzpatrick.
He annoys her profusely.
He asks too many questions.
He follows her like a stalker.
But, strangely, she can't seem to tear herself away
from him.
There is something about him she can't
shake.
Kat has secrets, but so do the people who claim to have her
best interests at heart.
When all is revealed and the dust settles, will Kat be
knocked down for the count, once and for all?
Or can the pieces of her broken past help her become
indestructible once again?
“Why are you
here?” I ask as I sniffle.
“Have you been
crying?” Kevin replies, setting the bowl down onto the coffee
table.
Placing the backside of my hand
under my nose, I lie. “It’s just a cold.” I reach
for a box of tissues nearby.
“I don’t
believe you.”
I turn back to him, raise my
arm, and point toward the door. “You can leave,” I
demand.
“Kat, please.
Don’t shut me out. I thought…I thought we were in a good
place with each
other.”
I shake my head.
“Don’t act like you want to be close to me. You and Jo are
only using me as some sort of humanity project.”
“It’s not
like that at all. We want to help you heal,” Kevin implores.
“I have Robitussin.
I’ll be fine.”
“No, that’s
not what I mean and you know it. We want to help you heal from what’s
made you so bitter about
life.”
“Why do you
care?” I asked, agitated by his efforts.
“Because I
do.”
I
sit on the sofa with a huff. “I’m
fine.”
“Kat, look at me. You
are not fine. Just tell me why and I’ll
listen.”
“I don’t
need a protector.”
“That’s
apparent from the ninja skills you performed the other night.”
I roll my eyes. “I
don’t need a babysitter either. I am a grown up.”
Kevin sits beside me, a little
closer than I’m comfortable with. “I don’t want
to protect you. I don’t want to babysit you. I want to be your
friend. Maybe, more than a
friend.”
My eyes go wide. I have no response.
“I care about you and
I don’t care if you want me to or not. I do and it’s out of
my control. And I don’t care whether you believe that I care about
you. I’m not trying to use you. Neither is Jo. We’re not
going to give up on you–” he points a finger to his chest,
“I’m not going to give up on
you.”
I take in his words but quickly
reject them. “Sometimes, giving up is not your choice to
make,” I say, sternly, trying desperately hard not to
cry.
“Whose choice is it
then?” Kevin asks.
I look at him.
“Whoever controls fate.”
Zeia Jameson's passion
for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go
numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her
large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions
of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are
elements that keep the world sane and
spinning.
Zeia lives in Georgia with her
husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes,
binging on Netflix, drawing chalk-art on sidewalks, and avoiding pollen at all
costs.
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