******** PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE IS BAD LANGUAGE AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN THIS POST********
Now that I have mostly written the bulk of my story for NaNoWriMo, I thought I would give you a small snippet so you get the feel of what it is about. It is not in my usual style, as you will see.
I am thrilled to show off my book cover too that was designed by the lovely Jo Robinson that fits perfectly.
Craaaaack! Jackie reeled sideways as the force of the blow struck the side of her face. “You fucking bitch, you slept with him didn’t you?”
“Aslan, stop it, for God’s sake! Of course I didn’t sleep with him. I don’t even know him. He is a friend of Kat’s and came to see her, not me. Please, you know I would never do anything like that.
Aslan’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, and he turned his face, contorted with rage, to Jackie once more, disgust evident as he spat out, “you are nothing; just a slag, a whore, and I would be better off without you.”
The car jerked as he swung it onto the hard shoulder, and then slammed on the brakes. “Go on, fuck off. Get out of the car!”
“What? What are you talking about? Why do you want me to get out? It is pitch black, and we’re in the middle of nowhere!”
“I said, get the fuck out of my car you useless piece of shit.” I don’t want you anymore. See if your boyfriend can help you now!
Petrified, Jackie opened the door. Maybe he was just testing her, as he had done so many times in an effort to control her. The forceful shove sending her stumbling out the door told her that this time it was real. He was actually throwing her out of the car, nearly two hours away from home, on a motorway, in the dark, by herself. How the hell did she ever get to this point?
Little did Jackie know, there was more heartache, hurt and humiliation to come….