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Now, the result of our on-again, off-again tryst lay in my arms, nursing at my breast. I want to cling to her, never let her go. But I know in two days, she will no longer be my baby. My parents, along with Blue’s, found a couple, within the commune where we’ve lived for years, to adopt her. My Willow is going to live with strangers. It breaks my heart even to think about it, but I cannot raise her. Neither can her father. And while he might be an adult, I am merely a child.

She deserves a fair chance at life, not the careless, nomad existence I was raised with. Which is all I would ever be able to provide.

I run my finger along her cheek and continue to admire her features. She is the epitome of perfection, and I find it so hard to believe that I made her. She is a piece of me I will love forever. I keep telling myself I have agreed to give her up out of love. I just wish I would finally start to believe it.

The two days fly by in a blur of baby cuddles and visiting parents. Each time they visit the hospital, I hate them a little more. I hate that I can't pick up the phone and call my best friend, because the truth of the matter is, she has no idea I had a baby. I never told her I was pregnant. She would worry. She would leave behind her dream of college, and a career. I just couldn't do that to her. She means far too much.

He never came. Blue never shows at the hospital. He never meets his daughter, his own fucking flesh and blood. I thought I hated him over the years, but now what I am feeling for him must be exactly what hate is. How could you be so uninterested in your own child? But then again, he was just like his selfish parents, and mine. The apple really didn't fall very far from the tree.

My mother appears in the doorway, and a strange couple stands next to her; I know it is time. Time to let them take my baby. Time to let go of my dream of a happily ever after. The couple is older, early forties maybe. The woman has a warm and tender smile as she cautiously follows my mother. I cling to Willow, holding her tight against my chest. My breasts ache from being engorged. My stomach feels deflated. My soul is on the verge of being gutted. Everyone in the room is smiling but me. Because I am the only one who is going to lose out.

“Star, this is Raine and Jeff Driscoll,” my mother introduces us, but I don't look up from Willow's beautiful pouting face. The woman steps closer, and that is when I notice her striking green eyes; they are warm and loving. I can tell that look, because it is the look Seven has given me for the longest time. My defenses start to come down, because in my heart I know Willow will be taken care of, and loved. Unlike me.

I slowly place a kiss on her newborn forehead, and pass her to Raine. I don't want to watch them leave with her, but I have no choice. I swing my legs off the side of the hospital bed and creep across the room to the bathroom. I lock the door and turn on the shower. The tears come, and I hear the click of the hospital room door. I know my baby is gone, and I know I will never see her again.

I cry harder, and harder. I made a mistake. I want my baby back.

It is too late.

She is gone.

Finding Willow / Coming in 2014

Dawn is a woman of many colors. Born and raised in the North-East, the youngest child of three, to two hard working, and extremely dedicated parents, she thrived on her love for creative writing; which started with the Narnia series. Her commitment to hard work lead her down a number of career paths over the years, stopping with her love for fiction.
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by Brandelyn Harris

Copyright 2013 Brandelyn Harris

*Inspired by true events*

Where do you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you?
When is enough, enough?
That is the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough, she's spent the last two years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied to the man who took everything away from her.
Ryder Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girl’s fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a challenge...one that he's more than confident he will win.
We all have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories will Ryder be able to make her forget?

P
ROLOGUE

“Mommy! Mommy! Look, I found one!” Popping up out of the field of purple and yellow wildflowers I run to my mother with the one thing I’ve been searching for, a four-leaf clover. “Oh honey, it’s beautiful! Perfect, just like you,” she replies picking me up and swinging me wildly through the air. I can't help but giggle. I love spending time with mommy out here. I can feel the breeze across my cheeks, as the wind whips my hair across my face, causing strands of my blonde hair to get stuck in my mouth. She brushes it away, laying tender kisses across my cheeks. “You know four-leaf clovers are a sign of luck,” mommy says between kisses. “Are we lucky mommy?” I ask. “Yes, sweetie, we certainly are,” she responds. “I can’t wait to show daddy when we get home.”

Mommy looks at me thoughtfully before responding “He will love it Chloe. He should be boarding the plane right about now. You can show it to him just as soon as he gets home, love.” I clutch the four-leaf clover to my chest as mommy and I walk hand in hand through the field toward our house.

I can’t wait to see my daddy,
I think to myself.

C
HAPTER 1

Moving Day

Chloe

“A smile hides my pain, a hug masks my heartache, and a laugh covers my tears.” - Unknown

BLEEP… BLEEP… BLEEP...

Rolling over I smack the blaring alarm. Ugh, today is the day. Well at least last night was dream-free. That’s a rarity these days. The happy pills must be working, because I don’t even recall what happened after my head hit my plush goose-down pillow. Thank god for sleep-aids and my psychiatrist.

I lie in bed a little too long. I know I need to get up and start moving, yet my body betrays me and feels like an overstuffed suitcase sinking slowly into the mold of the mattress. I’m not sure I made the right decision four months ago. I’ve been second-guessing myself since the day I decided to attend Radford University.

“Can I do this?” I whisper to no one in particular but myself. My psychiatrist Anne would have a field day if she heard me talking to myself right now. I can almost hear her saying,
“Now Chloe you know you have grown leaps and bounds these last two years. You have to face your reservations about college and not regress with the progress you’ve made thus far.”
Blah, blah, blah.

Begrudgingly I decide it’s now or never. I throw back my lavender thick comforter and swing my legs over the bedside. I make my way to the bathroom that’s connected to my bedroom, padding across the thick carpet as it squishes beneath my toes. I am going to miss this carpet. I quickly fumble for the light-switch and peel off my light pink camisole and matching boy shorts. I feel dirty. I always feel this way after getting out of bed. Since that night, no matter how much therapy I've had, I've never been able to shake it.

Turning on the shower, as hot as my body can stand it, I slide in. I welcome the sting that follows each hot droplet. It helps me forget. It drives the focus away from the memories. Needing to feel some other kind of ache than the pain I have been dealing with the last couple of years, the scolding hot force rushes over my body, providing me that release I so desperately crave. I grab my shampoo and lather it in my hands scrubbing my scalp. Moving onto my body I grab my favorite fragrant body wash. I squirt an ample amount onto my loofah, then vigorously scrub my body until it's red and raw, relishing in the smell of sweet, musky woods. The aroma filling my small bathroom brings a sense of peace and calming. Slightly satisfied with my results and feeling more like myself, I rinse my body, watching the suds swirl down the drain washing away with them any trace of filthiness left behind.

Popping open the shower curtain, I reach for my fluffy towel and quickly wrap my body in the soft fabric. The mirror is completely fogged up from the steam of the shower and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t want to see the reflection staring back at me. I want to forget about that soiled girl I have become. Instead I want to focus on the new road I’m about to travel down and what lies ahead for me at college.
College
that has a nice ring to it, I never thought I would see anything beyond those four walls of hell that entrapped me for years. Those walls were a prison, holding me hostage. With that moment of clarity I realize that YES, I can do this - attend college without reservations. I have too. If not for anything more than a diversion from my past, I need to do this for me, to break this cycle of self-destruction.

I quickly glance at the clock and notice its 9:00 AM.
Okay, Chloe. Showtime.
I grab my clothes from the dresser-top and chastise myself for not pulling out something a little nicer. I look down at my black yoga pants and long-sleeve light-blue shirt that reads
I’m Not Short I’m Fun Size
and shake my head thinking of how I will look on my first day on campus. I don’t want others to think I’m a slob, but I truly was thinking of comfort when I pulled my choice out since I have a four-hour road trip ahead of me. Sighing, I realize what a long trip it will be. Oh, to hell with it. I’m not there to impress anyone anyway. Screw other people's opinions. I am heading to a place where no one knows me or what happened that night. I am finally going to be able to just be Chloe Evans, the girl I was before
he
took it all away.

I hear a light knock on my door and know immediately it’s my adoptive-mother Melody. “Come in,” I call out. She cracks the door open and I am instantly awarded with her smile.

“Good morning, honey. Are you all packed up?” she asks. She gives off an instant calming vibe one that I have come to love. Melody had her work cut out for her when she adopted me, but she has never given up on me. My biological mother was a worthless excuse for a parent. She wasn’t always like that. Before the tragic accident that ripped my family apart, she actually loved me once but I can barely remember the good times anymore. With each passing year, the good memories fade, leaving only ones of abuse at the hands of that selfish woman. Melody, however, had provided me with that irreplaceable mother-daughter bond I had so desperately craved.

Realizing I was staring at her, but not answering, I tucked away those memories for another time. “Yep. I stayed up late last night packing so I would be ready to go,” I reply.

She takes me in her arms with glistening eyes. “Oh honey I am so proud of you.” I latch onto her and hold tight, enjoying the reassuring feel of her arms. I relish her enveloping hugs.

“Now come down for breakfast before we start loading up,” she says. Halfheartedly, I head to the kitchen. As we eat, I can tell she is trying to distract her mind from worry. Watching her do it just makes me more emotional. It's a feeling I can't hide; she can see the tears in my eyes. Before I can release them, she takes me in her arms again. Every minute we share is full of sober optimism. “You will be just fine.” she reassures me above her own tears. I know that she believes it, but that part of her still wishes I could stay. “I know you are going to do amazing things, Chloe. Just promise that in between the great things, make sure to call and visit. Hm?” She holds me at a distance, chuckling. If there ever was a proud mother, she is it. She kisses me tenderly on the forehead before sighing. “Okay, it’s time to pack up the car. You want to make sure you allow yourself plenty of time to get there and check in.”