Out of Focus (Chosen Paths #2)

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Out of Focus

Copyright © 2016 by L. B. Simmons

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

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All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are purely fictitious. Any resemblances to any persons, living or dead, are completely coincidental.

Out of Focus

Dedication

Prologue

CHAPTER 1—Bonded

CHAPTER 2—Inevitable

CHAPTER 3—Krav Maga

CHAPTER 4—The Beacon

CHAPTER 5—Protection

CHAPTER 6—Big Reveal

CHAPTER 7—Comfort Zone

CHAPTER 8—Unconditional

CHAPTER 9—Comfortable

CHAPTER 10—Better Acquainted

CHAPTER 11—Falling

CHAPTER 12—Tit for Tat

CHAPTER 13—Apologies

CHAPTER 14—Kindred Spirits

CHAPTER 15—Fuck or Fight

CHAPTER 16—Weightless

CHAPTER 17—Paths

CHAPTER 18—Redo

CHAPTER 19—The Landing

CHAPTER 20—Binding

CHAPTER 21—Ever After

CHAPTER 22—Blindsided

CHAPTER 23—Fairies

CHAPTER 24—Numb

CHAPTER 25—Cold

CHAPTER 26—Open Wounds

CHAPTER 27—Lies

CHAPTER 28—Free-Fall

CHAPTER 29—Dr. Miller

CHAPTER 30—Reconnection

CHAPTER 31—The First Letter

CHAPTER 32—The Second Letter

CHAPTER 33—The Third Letter

CHAPTER 34—The Last Letter

Epilogue

Excerpt from The Resurrection of Aubrey Miller

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Books by L.B. Simmons

 

 

 

Thank you for loving Cassie as much as I do. You knew she had a story to tell and you were right. Because of your love for her character, your belief in her journey, this book is just as much yours as it is mine. Love you dearly, my friend. Times two.

 

ONLY TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD
, and I’m so goddamn tired.

I used to be so much stronger. I somehow kept the voices at bay, the memories locked away safely, contained within the confines of my mind. But with each passing day, I feel the glow of my once-luminous strength fading. Darkness encases me now, bowing the walls of protection I put into place years ago. My past is an ever-present nightmare, repeatedly tapping, slowly fracturing the window of my sanity.

I have no doubt that it’s only a matter of time before the glass finally breaks. Blackness will eventually seep through its cracks and deliver me from the safety of my façade into a reality that will destroy me.

My
reality.

I’ve done my part. I’ve kept the secrets thrust upon me with dedicated believability. My portrayal of who I am has become a blurred, hazy version of the once very distinct Cassie Cooper.

I read an ungodly amount of trashy romance novels.

I’m the overtly sexual and foul-mouthed friend who will say anything to get a laugh.

And I have exactly zero fucks to give to what anyone else thinks about my actions.

But the reality, the actuality, is this:

I read obsessively to escape my own world. To live the dreams of others when, for so long, the reoccurrence of my nightmares has been
my
reality. I read to fall in love and find a happily ever after, even if it is purely imagined. With each story I read, I’m able to
live
and
love
vicariously through the characters in my books. It’s the only plausible way for me to survive.

I threw away my virginity at the age of thirteen just to prove something. And when I found that proof, that vindication I was looking for, I sought it every chance I could. Sex is about control for me. Nothing more. The act will never be about making love, like it is for the heroines in my books. I will never be granted the beauty of that gift.

I use humor as a form of avoidance. I draw upon laughter to block the pain. And I smile to mask the agony of the eight-year-old soul who weeps within me.

And the fucks . . . well, that’s not entirely accurate either.

I have given two to be exact: One to my best friend of seventeen years. She knows nothing of my past, and although she so willingly disclosed the horrors of hers, mine remains hidden for no other reason than to avoid the pity she would undoubtedly cast my way if I were to ever tell her. I don’t want her pity. I would sooner die than have her look at me in any other way than with pride.

The other died with the person to whom it was given. Anthony “Rat” Marchione. He was my one allowance of naïveté. The one person I actually
wanted
to touch me, to hold me, to love me. He was going to rescue me from my brokenness as though I were a character in one of my books. Young and senseless, I thought he was to be my eventual happily ever after, but tragically, he was murdered five years ago.

Black coldness waits in vain to leech the void where his once beautiful existence filled the pieces of my irrevocably shattered heart. Where he temporarily healed the hurt of the innocent child and quieted the voices that tormented her.

He’s gone now. I’ve accepted that. And in turn, I have relinquished all dreams associated with finding the light at the end of this miserable tunnel.

I will keep trudging through this life . . . this
sentence
handed to me for someone else’s crime, my payment shackled by secrets and weighted with lies. I will continue to do so with the same fraudulent smile on my lips and play the part of the strong heroine so convincingly, that even I believe it.

It’s only a matter of time before my fictional strength wears out—when I’m no longer hidden safely inside my protective blur—and I have to face the very real and lucid image of my past.

But until that time comes, I’ll do all I can do.

All I have ever done.

I will pretend.

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