Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

“I’ve been trying to call you,” she yells at me.

“Look Becca I can’t fucking talk right now, I’m in the middle of something.”

But she cuts me off. “Shut the fuck up Eli. You need to come to the lake right now” she shouts over me.

“What the fuck for?” I snap.

“Because Sina’s here and I can’t get her to stop crying Eli. I don’t know what to do. She won’t stop crying and I think she’s having a breakdown” she cries. “Eli, she’s bleeding.”

“She’s at the fucking lake Reese. We have to go to the lake.” I shout at him from my side of the car as I drop my phone.

“Calm down man, you’re no good to her if we get into an accident. Pull yourself together and swear that when we get there you won’t lose your fucking head” he says. Words can’t find their way out of my mouth.

I just need to get to Sina right fucking now.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Sina

I wanted to tell Eli everything. I didn’t want to shut him out, but I also couldn’t get him involved with my drama. I just wanted everything to go away forever. I had to leave the house because Jackson had sent me a text and it shook me to my core.

Unknown Number: Meet me at the lake later tonight. No one will believe you. So if you don’t want anyone to know why you really left eight years ago then you’ll be there. Don’t keep me waiting.

 I knew if I were to tell anyone, he’d make it look like it was all my fault. Jackson was the type of person who didn’t give a damn about anyone else, and he didn’t give a shit who it hurt. As long as he got what he wanted. I knew it was him when we drove away from Pixie’s and it made me sick to my stomach to know that he was here. It’s been eight years since I’ve seen him. It’s been eight years since the night he stole a piece of me. It’s been eight years since he raped me in my own parent’s home. I’ve never talked about it or told anyone, because I knew no one would have believed me. He’s the reason I chose not to come back home. He’s the reason why I ran and never looked back. I have never felt comfortable around him when we were growing up. He always made my skin crawl. The looks he would give me made me feel dirty, but I never said anything because I thought it was just me being paranoid. Things started getting weird when I was a senior in high school. Jackson was a few years older than me and he was very much liked by everyone. He was so much like his mother Lupe. They always had this air about them that made people feel small. I couldn’t even turn him in because he worked for one of the law firms. Imagine me, a senior girl who cried rape against someone who was an intern for a legal law firm.

Last I heard he moved to California because he was offered a partnership for one of the law firms out there. It’s why I never reported that night. I hated that he made me feel so much hate in my heart. I hated that he knew that I was still terrified of him. I hated him because I knew what he wanted. I hated him for making me leave Eli, and hated him for taking him away from me. But I hated myself the most because I felt helpless.

My phone has been going off non-stop and it hurts my heart that I’m ignoring Eli. I know he’s going to be worried, but I love him more because he didn’t question me. All I thought about when I drove away was finding my way back home, and my home was with Eli and Emma. I don’t know what I’m going to do with this whole shitty situation, but I have to figure out a way for Jackson to just forget that anything ever happened. I know he isn’t going to let me go that easily, and it makes me hate him even more. The last thing that I want my family to have to worry about is having to deal with Jackson’s bullshit. It’s pouring out and I’m having a hard time seeing because I left without my glasses. I pull into the parking spot and he’s already here. I also know that he’s probably pissed that I’m late, but I don’t give a fuck.

He sees me getting out of the truck and rolls his window down and says “Get in.” My throat starts closing up, and I clear it before I get in. I make sure that I have my phone tucked in my jeans.

“You’re fucking late” he snaps.

I don’t want him to know that I was freaking the hell out so I say “You didn’t give me a specific time. All you said was to meet you here, am I wrong?” His fist lands on my face. I try to cover myself, but he’s too fast. He slams his fist in my face again and I feel blood dripping down my temple.

“Jackson stop” I shout at him.

He grabs my hair and snarls, “Eight fucking years Sina. You made me wait eight fucking years.” He pulls a fistful of my sweatshirt and punches me in the back of my head. I try not to cry but I can’t stop the sounds as they leave my body with each hit he lands.. Jackson isn’t a small guy; he’s pretty huge.

“Stop Jackson Please!” I beg.

He pinches my face and says “And if I don’t, what the fuck are you going to do?” My face hurts so bad and my head is beginning to pound. “You left me Sina. Why did you