Marcus has found the love of his life. Tami is everything he could ask for and more and he can’t wait to settle down and start a family in Willows, the small suburban town they were both raised in. Their plans are derailed by Tami’s secrets. Secrets that turn their quiet suburban existence into a powder keg of lies, lust and depravity.
Marcus’ plans for a perfect life is twisted into something unrecognizable and he learns that sometimes, even faith and love aren’t enough to save you.
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I should feel sorry.
I should have been stronger.
I was weak, I admit, but in my defense, my heart was broken. It felt good to be around someone who cared enough to help me carry the heavy burden of my pain, even if just for a little while. Even if that person was someone I had no business being with, my fiancée’s best friend, Angela.
Pretending to be strong was exhausting and I needed some support, I needed to be told things were going to be okay, even though I knew damn well they wouldn’t be. In a few hours it would be a new year and I didn’t want to bring it in alone and miserable.
Just being close to Angela stirred up feelings that surprised me with their intensity. After the events of the last few hours, I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything like this again, at least not anytime soon. I resented myself for feeling them, but even in the midst of my heartbreak, my body responded to her touch.
I tried to shut the feelings down. I tried to deny them.
Then, she kissed me.
It felt good.
More than good. It was great. It was a reprieve from the pain. But even as I returned the kiss a part of me knew the respite was only temporary and that sooner rather than later the pain would flare up again and rage unchecked through me like an out of control forest fire. I needed this. I needed to stop feeling hurt and betrayed. I needed to feel love but if I couldn’t have love then sex would do. Still, I should have stopped it.
It’s a funny thing, heartbreak. It’s almost like a drug. It’s the devil on your shoulder making you do things you know are wrong. Wrong things like calling the one you lost and hanging up. Wrong things like writing long, hateful emails to them, then wishing you could take every word back the moment you press send, wrong things like running your hands over the body of another all the time wishing it was the one you love in your arms. Heartbreak is the demon who prompts you to drive to the places you used to go hoping for a glimpse of the one you lost, or in my case heartbreak made me follow Angela as she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.