An Inspirational Women's Fiction title:
Prologue
The
moonlight pried its way between the slats of the blinds, slashing the bed
covers to ribbons across their bodies. Nora tentatively drew her legs up,
curling into herself, her back to the sleeping man beside her. Please don't
wake up, oh please, oh please. She held her breath, afraid that even the
tiniest exhalation would stir the air between them, reminding him of her
presence.
Why was
she here, she asked herself for the thousandth time. Why did she keep coming
back when she knew it would just mean more pain, more heartache? What was it
that kept drawing her back to him, to his arms, to his bed?
Like
a druggie to the needle, like a drunk to the bottle, like a moth to the flame,
like a fly to the web, like a.... The taunting voice inside her head
paused, running out of stupid clichés to which she could compare herself. Why
am I here? Oh God, where are you? A hot tear spilled from the corner of her
eye, running down her temple and into her ear, where it pooled and tickled. She
didn't wipe it away; all she needed now was for him to wake up and discover her
crying.
Her low
back ached from the pressure in her bladder, and she knew she couldn't hold it
much longer. Sliding her feet from between the covers, she pushed herself up
into a sitting position. She waited, afraid to turn and look at him, to see his
eyes half open, watching her, his hands reaching for her.
But he
didn't stir. She stood and took a step away from the bed.
The
floor creaked and she froze.
“Mmpph.” He rolled onto his side and flung out
his arm. It landed on her pillow, and his hand curled around the soft edges,
pulling it toward him. She turned and fled the room.
Standing
at the sink a few minutes later, she dropped her chin to her chest, and covered
her face with both hands. Her tears began to fall in earnest. What was she
going to do? How was she going to get out of this? Where would she go? Where could
she go?
Tap-tap-tap!
The punctuated rap of knuckles on the door startled her, and she let out a
frightened squeak.
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