Some stories aren’t easy
to tell.
Some situations aren’t
easy to relive.
But I was raised to be
strong—to hold my own. Because of it, I was hurt, torn down, beaten and even
had my heart snatched right out of my chest.
But I’m ready now. It’s
time for me to speak up. You want to know what really goes on inside my head,
well I’m right here.
Real. Raw.
Intense.
This is all me. Roy
Sykes. This is my story, and trust me… its far from pretty.
Without another second
to waste, I open the door and hop out. Loads of screams fill my eardrums, and I
fight a smile. I guess, after a while, it feels good to be wanted. To be
appreciated. I can’t ask for more enthusiastic fans.
Deed climbs out with his
so-called “lucky drumsticks” in hand and waves at the wild girls behind the
ropes. They holler at the top of their lungs, clambering over each other,
wailing, and stretching their arms for a feel of us as we walk
by.
“Roy, you’re so fucking
hot! I love you!” one girl says. I don’t know who says it, and I don’t bother
looking to find out.
“Deed! Let me have you!”
That one isn’t for me, so I keep chugging.
“Roy! Please! Let me
touch your hair!” Okay. I admit that one makes me laugh, but again, I don’t
look.
“Roy Sykes… remember
me?” For some reason, that calm, familiar voice catches my attention. I jerk my
gaze up, and as soon as I meet the sky blue eyes I never thought I’d see again,
I stop dead in my tracks. The girls continue to holler and reach for me, but
I’m in the middle of the runway, shocked… stunned.
She looks the
same—actually better. Her hair is longer, her face still flawless. She’s
wearing a shimmery silver dress, revealing her long, creamy legs, with heels to
match, and seeing her like this—hotter than ever before—leaves me completely
speechless.
Taking one last step
forward, close enough to see her clearly among the thick crowd, I part my lips,
a part of me not wanting to say her name ever again, but a part of me yearning
to roll it off my tongue. “Rose?” I murmur.
I’m sure she can’t hear
me over the screaming, but I know she’s read my lips because she looks from
them to my eyes and nods. “Yes,” she says, thrilled. “It’s me, Roy. Rosemarie
Beretta.”
S. Q. Williams was born
and raised in Matthews, North Carolina. She's the author of the New Adult
series, OBTAINED and the Best Selling New Adult novel, Hard to Resist. Her
upcoming mature New-Adult/Adult novel, Who He Is, will be released in July of
2013.
When she's not writing,
she's happily reading or watching cartoons like the big kid she is. She has a
wonderful family that you will hear her brag and talk about all of the time.
Whenever she just wants to get away from the words for a while, she'll spend
some time with her loved ones, eat gummy bears, or drown in Coca-Cola and
anything else caffeinated.
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