บททั้งหมดของ Shattered : Reagan & Riggin: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Everything after that was a blur. I don’t even remember boarding the plane. I ended up having a 2 hour delay which made my anxiety levels go through the roof. I should have just taken my jet but I wasn’t thinking straight. By the time I remembered it was too late. I called Steven and let him know I wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner. I felt relieved to be getting away from him. Steven is a nice guy, he’s a businessman, lives for the city life and is very handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him if they could handle the fact that he is married to his job. Which is what I like most about him. But lately, he was getting clingy wanting to spend more time together. I don’t know why he has to go and ruin a good thing. I made it clear from day one that I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, I was only looking for someone to accompany me to social functions and maybe dinner every now and then. In return, I accompany him to his business parties. Plus it kept my father and brothe

Reagan I was so lost in thought listening to my music I didn’t even know what I hit. All the air in my lungs left leaving me gasping, everything was spinning. Strong arms wrapped around me as I felt my body hit the ground my vision darkening. ”It’s okay”, I heard a voice in the distance say. It seemed far away at first. I tried focusing on the voice unable to calm myself. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you.” the voice was panicked. “Breathe Regan” recognition hit me it was Riggin. “Thats it slow breaths.” air was slowly returning to my lungs but I was struggling to keep it under control. I can’t let him see me like this, I tried to pull away from him but he tightened his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, deep breaths” fighting him was taking too much energy, the loss of control consuming me. “Relax, breathe in 2, 3, 4, and out 2, 3, 4.” I tried to breathe in rhythm with his count, concentrating on his voice and nothing else. My ribs felt like someone was crushing them

Reagan My mind was running a mile a minute, I didn't want to see Dr. Walker, I didn't want those memories coming back to haunt me. I had worked so hard the last 5 years at forgetting everything. We pulled into the parking lot, nothing had changed, it all looked just as I had left it. A wave of nausea tore through me. Riggin jumped out of the truck and ran around to open my door. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at him. He reached his hand out to me and I couldn't help but think of the lightning bolt that had run through my arm the last time he took my hand. Reluctantly I placed my hand in his, there it is again. I originally thought it was just static but twice now? I tried to read his face to see if he felt it too, if he did, he wasn't letting on to it. “Reagan, breathe” he helped me down from the truck gently, embarrassed by my reaction I tried to turn away dang near falling to the ground in the process. “Easy not so fast” he smiled at me and I could feel the hea

Reagan The ride to the hospital was uncomfortable. Riggin didn’t say a word and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything either. I waited for the questions to start coming. His jaw was set tight, he seemed a little tense but I couldn’t read him and it was driving me crazy. I always could read people and tell what they were thinking. My dad said it was a gift I had, being able to tell what a person’s intentions were. It definitely was a good skill to have in the business world, and I took full advantage of it. I hated myself for worrying about what he thought of me, I shouldn’t care! I haven’t cared what anyone has thought of me for a long time. He parked the truck running to my side to open the door. His hands gently helped lower me to the ground ever so careful not to hold my waist to tight as he lifted me out of the truck. Normally I’m grateful for silence, not having to worry about entertaining someone else with conversation, but this silence with Riggin is driving me crazy. He’s

As I pulled into the driveway there was a black BMW with dark tinted windows in the driveway. A man was leaning against the driver side door wearing a black t-shirt with jeans and dark sun glasses. A small smile played across his face as I helped Reagan out of the truck, that is until he got a good look at Reagan. She really did look like she had just gotten in a bar fight and now that I knew more about her I decided that might not be too far fetched. “Ms. Sutherland what happened?” his jaw tightened and he turned to me taking a step in my direction. Great do I look like the type of person who likes to “hit” woman I need to go look in the mirror and double check. “Spencer it’s good to see you I hope your flight was comfortable.” Reagan said taking his attention from me. “It’s really nothing, you know me always finding a way to relax, I had a little spill when I went running this morning and bumped my head.” a frown spread across his face when she mentioned she had gone for a run and