Fractured Souls: A Dark Why Choose Romance: Beautiful Souls Book 1 by Jessa James

Author:Jessa James [James, Jessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

One Week Later

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I have $203 left, and I've got nothing on Brielle. I'm starting to panic, and I'm really trying to hold it together. But I've been alone for a week now, and things are overwhelming. I'm starting to lose hope. Who knew that getting out of Moth—I mean Tammy’s would be the easy part? That this would be the hard part. Staying strong because I am on my own. I have to depend on myself. I have no one else. Its fucking terrifying.

I ended up going to those four homes a few days ago but no luck. One of them, an older man, commented on my bruises and said he could call the cops for me. When I said no and went to leave, he tried yelling for me and I took off running. I found a place close by to hide, taking a breather. Running when your body is aching and banged up on top of very little moving over three years… it hurts.

None of the people from the homes on the beach even knew someone named Brielle. I don't know what to do next. Every day I've gone to the library to try and search for her. I've asked around at local shops, and I've just walked in about every direction trying to think of anything else I can do to find her but keep coming up with nothing.

I'm losing hope that she's even real, which means I'm going to need to start thinking about other options and what else I can do to survive since going back to Tammy is not an option.

I’ll have to try and find a job. Maybe I can find someone who will pay me cash or under the table as I saw it was called when I Googled it. I am trying to stay positive and keep going. Every day I get up and move and leave the motel. But it's getting harder and harder. I feel like I am seconds away from a huge breakdown. But I didn't get this far to break and screw up and end up back with Tammy.

I have to fight. I am fighting for me, but I also need to fight to live a better life for my mom. Just keep holding on. You didn't survive to give up now. I feel tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I don't let them fall.

The only positive thing this week is that my bruises are healing. Slowly, but they are. I think a lot of the cuts on me are going to scar, and my ribs still ache, but they don't hurt as bad as the first few days. My face is still yellow and purple, but not as dark as it was. My neck is still pretty dark, but it hurts less every day. I can still barely make out the indent from the chain when she tried to choke me with it. I wish it would go away; I hate having a reminder there.

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