It was like I had slapped him across the face for once and I waited for the attack that never came. I’d been taking some self-defense classes, and tonight when he went to slap me I instinctively blocked it, almost knocking him on his ass. I finally found the courage to start sticking up for myself. It had been a little over six months since I started seeing a therapist behind his back. It took weeks for me to heal from the beating I received that night. Jeremy was nowhere in sight the next four days. When I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own blood, it was the wake up call I needed. Knowing that he was done with me was a thought I couldn’t even bear. I guess I always thought he would be there, waiting. The fact that he was moving on without me shook me to the core. I didn’t know why I was hurting myself anymore. Not once was it ever about my needs or me.Įverything Dylan said was right and knowing that he blamed himself for what tore my life apart was too much to take. The last man to ever give me an orgasm had been Dylan. I hadn’t been touched like that in years. What he said, how he touched me, how his hands and words affected me, all of it. I thought about Dylan the entire way home that night. “I kept it a really good secret, Aunt Celeste, but I can’t do it anymore.” I had no idea Jeremy was putting you through Hell. “God, Aubrey, I’ve been so busy with Giselle, I didn’t even realize what was happening to you.

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