Excerpt from Never Letting Go, Secrets and Lies, Book 1

I hear the rustle of chairs and tables and heard a man yell, “Let go of her. I just called the cops, you should leave before they get here.” I realize it’s the bartender. I knew he was all bark and no bite. Oh well, at least he tried the best he could. Unfortunately the bartender’s words had no effect on Tony whatsoever. “Are you ready to order?” he says while still holding my hair. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He was so high he was only focused on the fact that I wasn’t ordering my dinner. He had no worries at all that people were watching, the cops were coming and that I had witnesses. Realizing this I decide to just provoke him. There can only be two outcomes. The first he could possibly beat me to death in front of all of these people, or God forbid even rape me. Or the second outcome would be the cops will get here in time and I can use this situation to my advantage. It’s funny that for the first time, I don’t want him to stop. Even if he kills me he will still get life in prison, and I will still win. This can be the way out I have been looking for. Just a few days in prison is all I need. My head is burning and I can feel my hair is ripping out. “No.” I scream. He punches me in the face and then again in my stomach. Pain shoots in the side of my head and I lose wind. I grab my stomach and gasp for air. I hear the screams. “Someone stop him,” I hear a woman’s voice yell. But no one does. I feel a boot to my face and it throws me on my back. I feel the back of my head slam on the hard floor. I can only see with one eye and everything looks blurry. Almost immediately he’s on top of me with his hands around my neck. He is choking me. Tears are hot and rolling into my hair. I grab and claw at his face and hands trying to get him to stop. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I dig my nails as hard as I can into his eyes. He pulls his head back while still choking me, never losing his grip. All the while chanting “You stupid bitch,” over and over. Nothing is working. He feels no pain on the drugs he is on. In my head I’m praying. I can taste blood. I can’t breath. Pain is wrenching through my body. The screams and yelling I heard are just faint echos now growing more and more distant. And it all goes black.

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