Broken: Book 1 of the Scars and Sorrow Saga Read Free

heart is fluttering like an excited butterfly that has found its nectar. My skin is on fire. Not a burning kind of fire, but the feeling of a thousand little pin pricks on every inch of my body. I am content. I pull out a Parliament cigarette and light it, taking a long drag.
    I am okay. The pain is endurable. I have to continue to chant those phrases to myself to ensure that I enjoy every moment that this drug is giving me.
    The satisfaction is cut short as I see the red and blue flashing lights in the rear view mirror.  Please God. Please. Not again. I can’t do this. I promise I will be good. No more drinking. No more drugs.
    My breathing accelerates and my lungs have the sensation of an anaconda snake squeezing the air from them. I feel my heart drumming in my ears. My heart is beating at an uncontrolled pace and I start shaking, unable to have the upper hand with the emotions that are spreading through me like a frenzied wildfire. My anxiety cannot be contained. I feel the tears start to pool in my eyes.
    One. Two. Three. Breathe, Lyla. You’re alright. Four. Five. Six. God, be with me. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
    I feel a small amount of peace. I’m praying with every amount of energy I have. I’d do anything to get out of this. It’s obvious I’m high and alcohol is on my breath. I roll my window down and notice a familiar face. It’s Davis Moore, Steve’s son. Steve is the former police chief and also one of Rick’s best friends. I’m hoping that since Davis knows me he will let me off the hook. I’m sure he understands that teens occasionally drink and party. He can’t be more than twenty.
    “Step out with your hands up, Miss Harper,” he says. I do as I am told.
    “Spread your legs and put your hands on the hood of your car, Lyla,” he states.
    I don’t realize the rough feeling in the air. After all, my reflexes are sluggish from the poison I just snorted up my nose. He starts rambling off, asking me if I want to be stuck with drug possession. Of course he is privy to my drinking ticket. Everyone in this fucked up town knows everything about one another. I start to panic when he mentions my scholarships and my parents.
    I am at rock bottom, my own personal hell. I know what is going to happen. I never believed when people said “trust your gut” until now. I am certain of his intentions. I am not sure what to do. Take it? Run? Scream? Who will believe me? He’s the golden boy of Rigdon. His cop bloodline coupled with his pretty boy looks and muscles make most girls weak at the knees… except me. I don’t want it, however I am sure at this moment I have no choice.
    He grabs my breasts. I try one last time to shout “ NO !”, but the words will not roll off my tongue. I am in a state of shock. Things are happening so quickly. He pushes me across the ditch to the ground and pins me there, encasing me with one arm on each side of my face. The look he has is indescribable. His hazel eyes are burning with need. I am so confused and am not able to summon the simple two letter word… no.
    He presses his hard mouth onto mine. His rough motions give me no choice but to allow his tongue to have access to mine. It is fast, hard, forceful, and unwelcome. His wet mouth continues to assault mine. The tears are now a steady stream down my face, nonverbal evidence of my displeasure. Why can’t he see that I don’t want this? My sobs are silent. My body is quaking as he continues his powerful groping. He yanks the cups of my bra down allowing my breasts to spring free.
    A sly smile graces his face. He is not the man most people think he is. Davis is not the golden boy. He is evil and stealing something from me that I can never get back. I am about to get raped. My innocence will be gone forever. I am already damaged but this is sure to break me for eternity.
    He sucks on my nipple and my stomach is aching in a twisted and painful way. I want to throw up. I hate it. I try to squeeze my legs together, a