Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
“If he hadn’t gotten suspended and in that fight with his stepdad, he would have been there.”
“And what do you think about that?” Dr. Robinson asks me.
“I think he would have hit it off with Sam.” My answer comes out choked.
“Do you think he would have ended up with her and not you?”
“I think none of it would have happened.” The words pour from me. “I don’t think any of that night would have happened.” The thought of that night being erased eases a pain inside of me, but then it comes back full force knowing that wish will never come true.
“Maybe we were supposed to be together, like fate.”
“Or soulmates,” he says.
“Whatever you want to call it.” I shrug and then add, “Maybe that’s why we felt the way we did toward each other when I first came here. Like somewhere deep down inside we knew, and Dean knew it long before me because he wasn’t as broken.”
“Do you still feel broken?” Dr. Robinson asks me and it’s such a ridiculous question.
“Of course I am.” Once you’re shattered, you can be mended but the cracks are still there. “Both of us were flawed, but together we make sense, don’t we?” I ask Dr. Robinson, and never in my life has someone’s judgment meant more to me. He simply nods as his timer goes off.
It’s time to go.
Time for a fresh start.
The End.
AFTERWORD
A note from the author
I hope that you enjoyed this book, that it spoke to you and that you felt what I felt as I wrote it.
We give so much power to four small words. She asked for it.
I hate the power they have. I hate what those words have done to so many women.
I hate that the saying even exists.
But if it must, it will have a different meaning for me.
I hope after reading this book, those four words mean something different to you than they did before. And if you ever feel the need to reach out to someone because those words, or thoughts are too much, don’t hesitate to seek out help. There’s too much love in the world to ever feel anything but.
As always, best wishes and happy reading,
Willow xx
POSSESSIVE
PREFACE
Addison
It’s easy to smile around Tyler.
It’s how he got me. We were in calculus, and he made some stupid joke about angles. I don’t even remember what it was. Something about never discussing infinity with a mathematician because you’ll never hear the end of it. He’s a cute dork with his jokes. He knows some dirty ones too.
A year later and he still makes me laugh. Even when we’re fighting. He says he just wants to see me smile. How can I leave when he says things like that? I believe him with everything in me.
My friend’s grandmother told me once to fall in love with someone who loves you back just a little more.
Even as my shoulders shake with a small laugh and he leans forward to nip my neck, I know that I’ll never really love Tyler the way he loves me.
And it makes me ashamed. Truly.
I’m still laughing when his bedroom door creaks open. Tyler plants a small kiss on my shoulder. It’s not an open-mouth kiss, but still it leaves a trace on my skin and sends a warmth through my body. It’s fleeting though.
The cool air passes between the two of us as Tyler leans back and smiles broadly at his brother.
I may be seated on my boyfriend’s lap, but the way Daniel looks at me makes me feel like I’m alone. His eyes pierce through me with a sharpness that makes me afraid to move. Afraid to even breathe.
I don’t know why he does this to me.
He makes me hot and cold at the same time. It’s like I’ve disappointed him simply by being here. As if he doesn’t like me. Yet there’s something else.
Something that’s forbidden.
It creeps up on me whenever I hear Daniel’s rough voice; whenever I catch him watching Tyler and me. It’s like I’ve been caught cheating, which makes no sense at all. I don’t belong to Daniel, no matter how much that idea haunts my dreams.
He’s twenty-one now and I’m only seventeen. But more importantly, he’s Tyler’s brother.
It’s all in my head. I tell myself over and over again that the electricity between us is something I’ve made up. That my body doesn’t burn for Daniel. That my soul doesn’t ache for him to rip me away and punish me for daring to let his brother touch me.
It’s only when Tyler speaks to him that Daniel looks away from me, tossing something down beside us.
Tyler’s oblivious to everything happening. And suddenly I can breathe again.
My eyelids flutter open, my body hot under the stifling blankets. I don’t react to the memory in my dreams anymore. Not at first, anyway. It sinks in slowly. The recognition of what that day would lead to growing heavier in my heart with each second that passes. Like a wave crashing on the shore, but taking its time. Threatening to engulf me as it approaches.