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2025-05-26 20:17:43We hit 1,000 views?! đđ€
Excuse me while I scream into a pillow. A happy scream, obviously. A thousand views. A thousand hearts. A thousand moments where you chose my messy, chaotic, emotionally wrecking story over sleep, school, work, or sanity, and honestly? Thatâs love. Thatâs real love.When I started writing this, I thought maybe my roommate, my friends, and my sisters would be the only ones here. But yâall showed up. You stayed. You felt something. And that means everything to me.
To every single person whoâs read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse.
This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that itâs found a space in your heart? Iâm not crying; you are.
Weâre just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes thatâll make you scream, âI hate him but also⊠I love him??â
To every reader: I adore you. Iâm writing for you.
Thank you for 1,000. Letâs break the next thousand together. With all my love (and just a tiny bit of emotional damage), â O.Jđ€#1KViews #DarkRomanceChaos #ThankYouReaders #ILoveYouAll #TeamBrokenButBeautiful #ILOVEYOUGUYS!!!
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WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â SIXTY NINE
MASONI wasnât even listening at first.Mom was pacing the kitchen, phone to her ear, voice sharp, cutting in that way she only got when she was trying not to lose her temper.I half-tuned it out, scrolling on my phone, until I heard it.âSamantha.âHer name hit me like a slap.And suddenly, I couldnât sit still.I straightened. Every muscle in my body pulled tight.âNo,â Mom said into the phone, clipped and final. âShe needs to hear it. From me.âI followed her quietly as she went out of the house and drove off.Kept a carâs length behind, maybe more. Enough that she wouldnât notice. Mom didnât drive fast. She never did when her mind was busy.I didnât know where she was going until I saw the building.Samanthaâs building.My grip on the wheel tightened.And then, like a punch straight to the chest, there she was. Samantha. After all these days.She pulled into the lot, her head down. Tired. Like the day had already drained her dry.She didnât see me.She didnât see anything.She jus
WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â SIXTY EIGHT
SAMANTHAMy palms were sweaty. My knees? Useless. I could barely breathe.âGood evening, ma,â I whispered, because my brain short-circuited and defaulted to panic-humor.Her brow arched just slightly. âOpen the door.âCold. Calm. Vanessa at her finest.I fumbled for my keys like a fool, fingers tripping over themselves. My heart was tap dancing in my chest, wild and uninvited.The key finally clicked. I stepped aside, avoiding her eyes.She walked in like she owned the place, which, to be fair, her son did.She didnât smile, not really. But something in her face softened. Just a little.Vanessa sat on the couch like she had no intention of staying long.Back straight. Legs crossed. Hands folded in her lap.Then, without looking up, she said one word.âWhy?âMy heart stuttered.I didnât pretend not to understand. I knew exactly what she meant.I took a shaky breath. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I blinked fast, trying to keep it together. Trying to be composed, respectful, wha
WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â SIXTY SEVEN
SAMANTHA âI didnât mean to fall for him, Mom,â I said, my voice cracking like a cheap glass. âI didnât plan any of it.âMy mom sat cross-legged on my old bed, wrapped in a soft blue robe, her hair pulled into a bun that had definitely seen better days.She didnât look surprised. Just⊠still. Her eyes were wide but calm. The same look she gave me when I was fifteen and sobbed over my first heartbreak, certain Iâd never recover.She didnât interrupt. Didnât ask questions.She just nodded.And that was all it took.The words tore out of me like theyâd been waiting, crouched low and dangerous behind my ribcage. The affair. The guilt. The way Mason kissed me like I was oxygen and he hadnât breathed in years. Audreyâs pregnancy. Maceyâs silence.The way I couldnât look at myself without flinching.I told her everything. Every ugly, tangled part of it.By the time I finished, I was on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, tears soaking through the sleeves of my hoodie. I felt small. Like a v
WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â SIXTY SIX
MASONSweat dripped down my back, soaking the collar of my jersey. My gloves felt like bricks. I blinked the blur out of my eyes, but it wasnât the sweat messing with me.It was her voice.âWeâre too toxic, Mason. I canât do this anymore.âI flinched before the puck even came near me, which is probably why I didnât catch it. It clanked off my stick and skidded somewhere behind me.Coachâs whistle blew like a gunshot.âCome on, Carter!â He barked. âFocus!âI nodded automatically, pretending I was still here, on this ice, with this team, in this moment. But I wasnât.My head was still stuck in last night. In that. In the way sheâd looked at me like Iâd already lost her.Because maybe I had.I tried to breathe through it. In. Out. Skated to reset.Next drill. Another pass.And another miss.âWhat the hell is going on with you?â Coach shouted from the sidelines. âThatâs the third one!âI clenched my teeth and circled back in line, silent. Everyone was watching now. I felt it in the air, t
WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â AUTHOR'S NOTE
We hit 1,000 views?! đđ€Excuse me while I scream into a pillow. A happy scream, obviously.A thousand views. A thousand hearts. A thousand moments where you chose my messy, chaotic, emotionally wrecking story over sleep, school, work, or sanity, and honestly? Thatâs love. Thatâs real love.When I started writing this, I thought maybe my roommate, my friends, and my sisters would be the only ones here. But yâall showed up. You stayed. You felt something. And that means everything to me.To every single person whoâs read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse.This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that itâs found a space in your heart? Iâm not crying; you are.Weâre just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes thatâll make you scream, âI hate him but also⊠I love him??âTo eve
WRECK ME QUIETLYÂ Â Â SIXTY FIVE
SAMANTHAI didnât mean to call him.My fingers just moved. Like they belonged to someone else. Like muscle memory had taken over.Like some deep, desperate part of me had crawled to the surface and dialed the only number I knew could still tether me to something that didnât hurt.My chest was already shaking before I hit the green button. My thumb hovered, trembling, then pressed down.One ring.TwoâŠâPrincess?âMy throat closed.âDaddyâŠâ The word broke inside me. Like it had claws. My voice cracked, split wide open, and I felt it tear something loose inside. âI want to come home.âSilence.Not long.Just long enough for the ache to climb my spine and wrap around my ribs.Long enough for the tears to come again, violent and hot and wretched, even though I thought I was empty.But there it was.Grief. Shame. Loneliness. All of it collapsing on me.Then his voice came.Soft. Steady. Strong.Like it always had when I was five and convinced the shadows under my bed had teeth.âIâm going t
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