First Love: A Superbundle Boxed Set of Seven New Adult Romances (91 page)

I want to die.

I yank my hand away and curl up on the floor of the shower, hoping that the sound of the water masks my sobbing. I lean my head against the cold tiles and close my eyes as the steaming-hot water pours down on me. I need another shower now so I can wash away the invisible filth on my skin.

I can’t escape. It’s been seven years and Darren still controls me.

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“Maria? Are you in there?” calls Tina from the hall. I’m sitting on the floor, still dressed in my white bathrobe as I write feverishly.

“Give me ten minutes,” I yell back to her, not looking up from the book of nightmares. It’ll be more than ten minutes, but I have to write this down. Someday, the book will swallow all the bad memories and I’ll be free.

I remember the pain as he pushed into me, and even worse than that, the terror and helplessness as my body betrayed me.

I couldn’t move. I wanted to struggle—my mind screamed for me to fight back—but I couldn’t move a muscle. I could barely even breathe.

It went on and on, and my body started reacting to what he was doing to me. I’m lying on the bed, screaming in silent terror while my body takes him in and acts like it’s enjoying itself, but all I want to do is cry. I’ve never felt more alone in my life than when that happened. I was trapped inside myself, forced to watch and feel everything that happened like it was all a sick joke.

My body betrayed me and then had the nerve to try to tell me it was fun.

Everything I read tells me this is normal—that my body only did what it was programmed to do, and that most people freeze up just like I did—but it’s the worst thing I’ve ever felt. It’s as if my own body hated me and wanted to hurt me just as badly as Darren did. It let him take me without a fight, let him violate me, and then kicked me while I was down.

I hated it! I hated every fucking second of it! How am I supposed to ever be with Owen now, when all the things I want to do with him are broken, when even the idea of feeling good is bad?

The nightmares will come back again. How can I risk leading him on and letting our relationship get stronger when I know what will happen if we ever take that next step? I don’t want to hurt him.

“I’m so sorry, Owen,” I whisper. “You deserve a
normal
girl, and I’ll never be that.”

Saturday, March 9 – 3:00 PM

Owen

My phone rings again, and a student at a nearby table glares at me. I answer it this time and race out into the lobby.

“Hello?”

“Hi Owen...”

Maria’s voice is warm and soft, and somehow nothing else matters when I hear her say my name. It doesn’t matter that I can’t afford food or that my parents don’t care about me anymore—she does, and she’s all I need.

“What’s up?” I ask. My stomach growls so loudly that I worry, for a moment, that she’ll hear it over the phone.

“Um... not much. I was just calling to see if you’d like to stop by tonight,” she tells me, her voice tight and nervous. “Maybe we can watch a movie?”

My phone buzzes against my ear and I nearly drop it on the floor. It’s just Tina sending me a text message, but I’ve never gotten used to my ear buzzing like that.

“Owen? Are you there?”

“Oh, sorry,” I apologize. “Sure, I’d love to. Just let me finish up my homework first, okay?”

“Alright. Just call me when you’re heading over.”

“Will do,” I answer happily. Just talking to her puts a smile on my face.

“Bye,” she says quietly, and I imagine her blushing as she hangs up the phone. I don’t deserve a girl as wonderful as she is.

My phone buzzes again, and I hurriedly check Tina’s messages before she starts threatening me again.

“
Come to Collegetown Pizza. We need to talk.”

“Right now, Owen. I mean it.”

Tina’s such a tiny thing, but she’s so forceful that I don’t dare say no. Instead, I pack my bags and hurry to the south bridge leading out from campus. If Tina says to meet with her, I’m damned well going to meet with her.

The smell of melted cheese and tomato sauce drives me nuts as I walk into the pizzeria, and I desperately wish I could get a slice. Tina is already here and for once in her life, she isn’t wearing pink. Instead, she’s wearing a thin black jacket, gray tights, and ridiculously oversized fur-trimmed boots.

Sometimes I just don’t know about her. Between her usual pink wardrobe and now these boots, I can’t tell if she’s unintentionally dressing to a stereotype or doing it as some kind of statement. I’ve met some really ditzy students, but she definitely isn’t one of them. I don’t know if she’s a genius like Maria who, according to my fellow teaching assistant Liz, still hasn’t missed a question yet this year, but she’s sharp enough that I don’t dare assume the obvious.

She waves me over to her table, and I eye her cautiously as I sit down across from her. I’m nervous about meeting with her. The last time she contacted me out of the blue like this, I ended up wearing a suit to a casual-attire swing dance.

“Hey, how are you?” I ask, staring at the tantalizing slice of pepperoni pizza on her plate. God, I’m so hungry.

“Not bad,” she answers through a mouthful of cheesy goodness. “Yourself?”

“Um... good enough.”

“You wanna grab anything first?” she asks, and I shake my head.

“No thanks. Not hungry.”

I’m lying, of course. I’d kill a hobo for a slice of pizza right now. I’m starving, have been since yesterday, and probably will be for another week unless I can steal some leftovers from Craig.

“Suit yourself,” she says with a shrug. She torments me with one last bite of her slice, and the cheese stretches beautifully and makes my stomach growl.

“So anyway, what did you want?” I ask, trying to get her to hurry up. I like talking to her, but not in a pizza place while I’m starving.

“Well, it’s like this... um...”

Tina fumbles for words, and I take a deep breath and prepare myself. She’s never at a loss for things to say, so she must have really uncomfortable plans for me.

“You know... fuck it, I’ll just tell you,” she tells me, giving up on being nice to me. “You and Maria are getting really close to each other now, and I’m worried that you’re moving too quickly with her. I want to make sure you’re not going to hurt her.”

“There’s nothing I want to do
less
than hurt her, Tina,” I answer, hurt by her distrust.

“I don’t mean intentionally,” she fires back, raising an eyebrow at me. “If I thought you were a jerk, Craig and I would never have set you two up in the first place. You could be the nicest guy on earth and still accidentally hurt her.”

I stare at her silently and can’t think of a damned thing to say in response.

“Look, I have a reputation for saying inappropriate things,” she continues, “but I’m dead serious here: if you hurt Maria, I will kill you. I care about her like she’s my own sister.”

“Tina, what happened to her? I know
something
did,” I ask quietly. I’ve known ever since I first saw Samantha’s fear in her eyes.

Tina shakes her head.

“Oh come on, Tina! How am I supposed to not hurt her if I don’t know what’s wrong?”

“No way!” she fires back. “How would you like it if Craig told everyone about
your
secrets?”

I’m taken aback by her reply. Did Maria tell her about my father? She wouldn’t do that. No, there’s no way she did that.

“Who says I even have a secret?” I challenge her, trying my best to keep a straight, calm face. She starts to laugh at me and all I can do is stare at her in hurt confusion.

“I know you have one because if you didn’t, Maria would never have given you a chance,” she finally answers. “You know how nervous and vulnerable she feels around strangers. Do you think she’d have stuck by you after what happened at the ski slope if she didn’t feel like she was on equal footing?”

I open my mouth to protest but she cuts me off before I get a word out.

“Also,” she continues, “Maria and I became friends back during freshman year because we felt safe around each other. She feels safe with you now, too.”

“I promise I’m not going to hurt her.”

“Why should I believe you?” she suddenly fires back angrily, as if she’s interrogating a prisoner instead of a friend. “Answer me!”

“Because I love her, you idiot!” I shout at her, and everyone in the restaurant turns and stares at me.

I cover my mouth in embarrassment, but it’s too late. The words have escaped, and there’s no bringing them back. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, and I don’t know what scares me more: that I called Tina an idiot, or that I said I love Maria.

Her beautiful smile and shining green eyes burst to life inside my imagination, and I remember how I felt while we danced together. I’d never felt so happy before in my life. There was something special there, a strange, magical connection with her that I’d never felt before. I feel like something changed inside me that night, as if I took a big step forward and can never go back again.

Maybe I do love her.

Tina’s face lights up at my words. She either didn’t catch my insult or didn’t care.

“Good!” she squeals excitedly. “Not quite the words I expected, but it’s the right sentiment.”

She gets up and quickly dumps the contents of her tray into the garbage can before coming back and babbling happily at me again.

“You’re a good guy, Owen. Go with my blessing,” she tells me, grinning from ear to ear. “My threat still stands, though. Hurt her, and I’ll kill you.”

“Are you really worried that I’m going to hurt her?” I ask, bouncing my knees nervously under the table as she puts on her coat.

“No, not anymore,” she answers, still smiling brightly.

She waves goodbye and heads out into the cold, leaving me behind with an awful lot to think about.

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It’s still warm outside at eight o’clock when I leave my apartment and start the short walk to Maria’s place. Well... warmer, at least. It’s maybe fifty degrees at best, but it’s a nice change from the sub-zero Ithaca winter. It’ll be spring soon.

A sudden pang of nervousness hits me as I realize Spring Break is only a week away. I’m going to have to fight with my parents about not coming home again. Mom texted me twice today, each time begging me to come home. I didn’t answer either of them. She already knows why I don’t come home.

How could she not know? She was there for most of it, pretending nothing was happening while Dad beat me again and again. She took me to the hospital, lied to my school and did nothing to help me.

I can’t go home. I don’t
have
a home.

The light is on in Maria’s kitchen, and I push the negative thoughts into the back of my mind as I approach the door. I want tonight to be for her and me, not for my problems back home.

She opens the door before I even knock, and I immediately hear the blaring television and loud talking from inside the apartment.

“We’ve got a problem,” she tells me embarrassedly as she invites me in.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lacey and Dinah invited guys over and took over the living room before I got home from lab,” she explains, pointing into the living room. Her roommates and their boyfriends are all packed together like sardines on the couch, and open beer bottles and bags of popcorn litter the coffee table. They’re watching some crappy reality TV show.

“Can we go to your place instead?” asks Maria, and I shake my head.

“Craig and Tina are camped out in the living room doing their own movie date,” I answer, and she sighs disappointedly.

“Well, how about a rain-check this time? Are you free next weekend?” I ask, trying to salvage the night and not let my disappointment show.

“Actually... what if we just watch a movie upstairs on my laptop?” she offers.

“Works for me,” I tell her excitedly, and she flashes a gorgeous smile and points to the stairs.

I’m nervous about being alone with Maria in her room. Tina’s warning is still fresh on my mind, and my interest in her is piqued already. She’s wearing a tight-fitting blue tee shirt with a happy-looking penguin on the front, and the way the shirt clings to her curves fires up my imagination. The sway of her hips mesmerizes me as she walks up the stairs, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

Her room is at the far end of the hall on the right. It’s small but sparklingly clean apart from a folded pile of laundry on her desk chair. The first thing my eyes latch onto is the white bra strap poking out of the laundry pile. I wrench my attention away from it and back to her as she sits down on the bed.

She scoots over close to me as I sit down beside her, and my heart skips a beat as our legs touch. Her shoulder brushes against mine, and I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. Why am I so excited by being here with her? She’s beautiful, yes, but it’s just a movie date.

She pulls up a list of movies on the screen, but every time I try to look at the monitor, my eyes go straight to her instead. They keep latching onto her long black hair and the soft curve of her neck, not to mention all her other curves as well. I can’t keep my eyes off of her.

“What type of movie are you up for?” she asks.

“Um... I don’t know. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Not really. Do you have a favorite?”

She looks up at me, and I get lost in her beautiful green eyes for a long time before finally snapping out of my reverie and answering her.

“Not really... I don’t watch movies very often.”

“Oh come on, help me out here,” she presses, elbowing me and smiling warmly. “I can’t just pick a movie for you.”

“Why not?”

I’m teasing, but she answers me seriously all the same.

“I don’t want to pick the wrong movie,” she tells me, her voice nervous and quiet. “I had such a good time dancing with you, and I wanted tonight to be a fun night for you too.”

“Stupid Dinah, hogging the television,” she mutters as I stare at her in awe. “I even told her I wanted it tonight.”

“Maria, any movie will be fine,” I tell her, slowly putting my arm around her waist. She leans into me, and I sigh happily as I feel the warmth of her body against mine.