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SIXTY FOUR
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WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTY FOUR
SAMANTHAI stared blankly at the ceiling.My pillow was soaked. My eyes burned. I hadn’t slept.I didn’t even feel tired anymore, just numb. Like everything inside me had been wrung out and left to dry.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Again.I didn’t bother checking. But it buzzed one more time, persistent and annoying.I turned my head and squinted at the screen."Fashion Theory Test – 8:00 a.m."I groaned and flopped onto my side. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I need.”I didn’t care.Let them fail me. Let the world burn. I was already drowning.Still, I dragged myself up and had my bath. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t know what else to do.I shuffled to the mirror. My reflection looked worse than I felt. Puffy eyes. Pale lips. Dull skin. My soul had given up hours ago, and apparently, my face followed.I didn’t try to fix it. What was the point?I grabbed a pair of old jeans from the floor. They were wrinkled and slightly damp, but I yanked them on anyway. Over
WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTY THREE
SAMANTHAMy eyes stung. I’d cried so much, I didn’t even know how there were still tears left. Everything felt swollen—my face, my chest, my heart.I was curled into the corner of the couch, knees hugged to my chest. Wrapped in Mason’s hoodie because I was pathetic like that. Because it still smelled like him.Liam sat beside me, quiet and calm. His presence was the only thing holding me together.He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t push. He just handed me tissues every few minutes and let me break without needing to explain.There was no music. No TV. Just the soft sound of my own breathing between tears. And him."You can cry, Sam,” he said gently. His voice was so soft it almost didn’t feel real. “Just let it out. Don’t hold back on my account.”I nodded, lips trembling. I couldn’t even get out a “thank you.” It stuck in my throat like everything else. Regret. Shame. Pain.So much pain.Liam leaned back a little, giving me space, but his arm stayed resting behind me on the couch. Li
WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTY TWO
MASONMy mother’s eyes narrowed like she could hear the name in my head.She turned sharply to the maid standing near the doorway. “Don’t ask me silly questions. Help the girl out.”The girl?My stomach twisted.The maid nodded and slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.The silence that followed was heavy, too loud for a quiet room. My father still hadn’t said a word, just sat there with his jaw clenched and his disappointment filling the air like smoke.I took a breath. “What is going on?”My mother didn’t answer right away. Just folded her arms across her chest like she was bored of me already.My fists clenched at my sides. “Mom—”She cut me off. “You brought this shame to our door. Now deal with it like a man.”I stood there, stunned and fuming, my pulse thudding in my ears. None of this made sense. Not the slap. Not the cryptic remarks. Not the heavy silence that had swallowed the dining room whole.And then the door creaked open.Audrey walked in, slowly, dramatically,
WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTY ONE
MASONMy phone rang like it was screaming.I jolted upright, my heartbeat slamming into my ribs. The sitting room was dark—curtains still drawn, light bleeding around the edges. I blinked down at the screen.Mom.Great.I answered on the third ring, my voice thick with sleep. “Hello?”No greeting. No breath. Just her clipped voice, sharp and low.“Mason. Come home. Now.”I rubbed my eyes, trying to sit up straighter. “Mom… what’s going on?”“Just come.”Click.She hung up.I stared at the screen, frowning. No please. No explanation. Just that cold and tight tone. The one she used when someone was bleeding or had royally screwed up.I sat there for a second, trying to steady the pounding in my chest.Then I turned my head.Audrey wasn’t here.Thank God.Her perfume didn’t linger in the air. No bare legs draped over me. No baby voice asking me if I wanted coffee like we were still pretending this wasn’t a disaster waiting to explode.I dragged my hands over my face and stood up.My back
WRECK ME QUIETLY SIXTY
SAMANTHAThe knocking was loud. Too loud.I jolted upright, heart racing, head pounding.The room was dim—muted gray light spilling through the curtains. I blinked at the clock.11:20 a.m.I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. My eyes stung, dry and swollen from crying. I couldn’t remember when I’d finally passed out. Just that Mason was not here. I wonder when he left my side.But now, someone was banging on my door like they were trying to break it down.I cursed under my breath. “Who the hell is this bastard?”Dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed my robe off the chair and shoved my arms into it. My legs were wobbly. Everything hurt—like heartbreak had crawled into my bones and made itself at home.The knocking didn’t stop.“Hold on!” I yelled, voice hoarse. “I’m coming!”I reached the door, unlatched it, and yanked it open.And froze.Liam.My heart did something weird. Stopped. Tripped. Thumped back to life.Liam’s face was pale when I opened the door.No smirk. No teasing. Ju
WRECK ME QUIETLY HI GUYS!!!
Dear Readers,There are moments when words fail to fully capture the depth of what one feels—and this is one of those moments for me. But I’m going to try, because if you’re reading this, it means you’ve stuck with me and my story through all its messy emotions, broken characters, passionate moments, and quiet heartbreaks. And for that, I owe you more than just a thank you, I owe you my heart.When I started writing this book, I had no idea it would turn into something so personal. So real. I didn’t expect the characters to bleed through the pages or for their pain and love to feel like mine. But what surprised me even more was you—yes, you, the person reading this now. You showed up. You stayed. You listened to my characters cry, fall, rise, and burn. You chose to invest your time, your emotions, your heart... and I can’t explain how much that means to me.Writing can be lonely. It’s just me, a blinking cursor, and an endless internal dialogue. But knowing you were on the other side
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY NINE
MASONHer name lit up my phone at 2:14 a.m.Audrey.I stared at the screen like it might disappear if I blinked hard enough.It didn’t.The glow from the display cast pale blue light across the room, soft enough not to wake Samantha.She was curled beside me, one bare leg tangled with mine, her cheek pressed against my shoulder. Breathing slowly. Steady. Her fingers lightly rested on my chest like she trusted me.Like I was someone worth trusting.God.I swallowed the knot in my throat and gently slid out from under her arm. She murmured something incoherent, then rolled over, clutching the sheet like she felt the shift even in sleep.My thumb hovered over the screen.I didn’t want to answer.But I did.“Hello?”There was a beat of silence. Then—“Mason?” Audrey’s voice came through, barely a whisper. She sounded small. Weak. Fragile in a way that didn’t feel like her.A chill ran down my spine.“I’m here,” I said.“I… I don’t feel okay.” Her voice cracked. “I’m shaking. My chest… I c
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY EIGHT
SAMANTHA“What the fuck?!”I froze.Naked. Breathless. My heart slammed so hard I thought it might actually stop.Mason jerked back, confusion flashing across his face—then panic.“Mace…” My voice cracked. “Oh my God… what are you doing here?”Her mouth opened. Shut. Then she laughed—a short, sharp, hysterical sound that made my skin crawl. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? With my brother?”I scrambled off the bed so fast I nearly tripped. My nightgown was halfway across the room. I dove for it, heart thundering, face burning.“I—it’s not what you think—”“Really?” she snapped. “Because what I think is you’re sleeping with Mason. And what I’m seeing is you naked!”Mason ran a hand through his hair, eyes tight. “Macey—”“No. Don’t. Don’t even try.”“Mace, please just listen,” I begged, clutching the nightgown to my chest like it could somehow protect me from the wreckage.She looked at me like I’d stabbed her.“Was this a joke to you?” she asked, voice shaking. “All thos
WRECK ME QUIETLY FIFTY SEVEN
SAMANTHAI froze in the bathroom doorway like my soul had just left my body.“Sam…” Macey’s voice called out from the living room. “Why is my brother texting you?”My heart slammed against my ribs.Crap. Crap. Crap.I rushed out so fast I nearly tripped on the throw blanket. My eyes locked on my phone in her hand.Shit.“Gimme that,” I said, snatching it before she could scroll up and read anything worse.Macey raised her brows, obviously amused.I cleared my throat and forced a smile. “He’s just asking if you’re still coming to the game.”She blinked. “That’s it?”“Yeah.” I nodded way too fast. “He probably forgot you already said yes.”Macey rolled her eyes and dropped back onto the couch. “Ugh. He’s so dramatic. I told him earlier today. Twice.”I laughed. Kind of. “Yeah… he just wanted to be sure.”She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest. “I didn’t even know he had your number.”Neither did I until we started sneaking around behind your back.I fumbled for something—anythi
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