We grabbed a cup of brown colored water the hospital called coffee and took a seat in the back of the cafeteria. It was pretty much empty which was good because I really didn’t want an audience for what I was about to do next.
“I fucking hate this town!” I screamed as I kicked one of the plastic chairs in the waiting area.
to be sorry. I wasn’t upset, just wanted to clarify your words, which are a lot of people’s words by the way. The first book was trashed by someone because she thought Brad was a complete douche for cheating on Jennifer even though it was made pretty obvious that they were dating out of status and not actual emotion.
So your feelings aren’t unique, some people lose their shit over cheating in books and I just wanted to cut this off at the pass before someone else said something about the snippets. I completely understand what you’re going through is rough and how fictional characters can help you through that time…just trust me I know where we’re going and you sit back and enjoy the ride.
Brad and Kyle are not the perfect couple nor are they perfect people. They are simply two people doing the best they can with that they have. If you’ve liked what I have written in the past why assume I am suddenly going to forget how to write and ruin all my books?
But I will never write a book where they sit on the couch and cuddle for 200 pages. In life there is conflict and in conflict there is pain. You either trust me as an author of you don;t. It is really that simple.
When I woke up…
He always came back, always. I mean sure maybe I shouldn’t keep pushing him away but still…he didn’t come back. I felt numb, no that’s not true. If I was numb it wouldn’t hurt like this. It was like being immersed in freezing water. There is a feeling of pain but your body is so overwhelmed that it doesn’t really connect to your brain. That was what this was like, my heart was just too stunned to acknowledge it was in pain.
I called Colt and got the name for the club he was at. I followed Google’s directions until I came to the fotthills in Walnut Creek. There was a lone road that lead upwards, on the top I could see lights flashing. I drove up, not sure what to expect and a parking guy stopped me and gestured for me to roll down my window.
When I woke up Brad was gone.
We bought a couple of drinks and found a place on the grass. “So how did you meet the supermodel?” he asked after a few minutes.