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Authors: Ayden K. Morgen

All Falls Down

 

 

ALL FALLS DOWN

By: Ayden K. Morgen

 

Kindle Edition

Copyright © 2014 by Ayden K. Morgen

 

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

 

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

 

Edited by: Jayme Stephens

Cover by:
Jada D'Lee Designs

Dedication

To all my lovelies who have been or currently are there – No matter what they told you, it wasn't your fault.

 

To my siblings – Jessica, Jesse, Khourtniey, Cody, Brandon, and Addison

I love you guys.

 

And to my sister from another mister – Jayme

I love you, too.

A portion of the proceeds of this novel will be donated to the National Domestic Violence Hotline in loving memory of Cassie Mae Combs: 11/28/1980 - 11/27/1999.

Table of Contents

 

Prologue: It Doesn't Hurt

Chapter One: Home

Chapter Two: Scars

Chapter Three: Hurt Me

Chapter Four: The Gift

Chapter Five: Ordinary Day

Chapter Six: Can't Forget You

Chapter Seven: Goodnight

Chapter Eight: Bring Me Flowers

Chapter Nine: Feels Like Home

Chapter Ten: Together Again

Chapter Eleven: Say When

Chapter Twelve: Half-Mast

Chapter Thirteen: Carry On

Chapter Fourteen: Cocoon

Chapter Fifteen: Into Pieces

Chapter Sixteen: Just Once

Chapter Seventeen: Rinse

Chapter Eighteen: Crack the Shutters

Chapter Nineteen: Take It from Here

Chapter Twenty: You and I

Chapter Twenty-One: Rain on Me

Chapter Twenty-Two: All Falls Down

Chapter Twenty-Three: Stay with Me

Chapter Twenty-Four: Fix You

Chapter Twenty-Five: Can't Do Better

Chapter Twenty-Six: Fade into You

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sky Full of Stars

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Skyscraper

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sing

Epilogue: Hold You in My Arms Forever

Promises: Jared POV Outtake

Acknowledgements

About the Author

 

Prologue: It Doesn't Hurt

 

Soft music drifts through the room – quiet, ambient. Expensive crystal clinks, one glass against another. Strains of conversation and laughter mingle in the perfumed air. It's warm… too warm.

I swallow convulsively. Take a deep breath.

You can do this
, I chant to myself. It's become my mantra in the last few days, playing like a single verse of song stuck on repeat. Sometimes, I actually believe it.

I don't right now.

My stomach feels sour, my throat too tight. The expensive heels I've donned are stuck to the floor as if made of lead. I feel like a fraud. An imposter.

I want to run.

I coach myself to smile instead. Smile… just smile. My cheeks ache, my lips pulled back from my teeth in a show of faux-happiness. Inside, I'm crying. Screaming. Dying.

Movement across the room catches my attention and freezes my blood.

A shock of dark blond hair. Broad shoulders encased in expensive black silk.

Jared.

My stomach somersaults, drops, and then somersaults again.

Heads turn in his direction. I'm so focused on him, I barely notice the way conversation stalls all around me. His eyes – the coolest green jade – don't even shift in my direction.

I want to scream at him like the Whos in Whoville screaming for their lives while their little world is forced closer to destruction:
I'm here! I'm here!

I don't make a sound.

My eyes travel down his form. I ache. Burn. Remember….

"
I want you to remember something for me," he whispers, staring into my eyes. He reaches out to stroke my cheekbones, his fingers gentle against my face. "Can you do that for me, love?"

Words fail so I nod.

"
I want you to remember that it's you. It's only ever been you. Forever." He kisses me softly. "Can you remember that for me, Savannah?"

"
Jared

" His name is a pitiful sob as I throw myself into his arms. Tears pour down my face.

"
Beautiful girl," he chastises, gathering me up against his strong chest. "I love you. No matter what, I love you."

I bite my lip against the cry of protest rising in my throat when he tilts his head to the side, forcing
her
into my line of sight.

Her….

With her perfect blonde hair and brilliant smile.

Her with her sultry laugh and womanly curves.

Her. And him. Together.

I bite my lip harder. A new ache begins in my chest, where my heart used to be.

Her eyes flit around the room, widen slightly when they fall on me, and then drift away again. Her head tilts toward his. His dips lower. Perfect red lips form words against the shell of his ear… words I can't hear. They stab like a knife in my chest anyway.

He lifts his head to look.

My mantra shifts.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

The
champagne flute shakes in my hands when searing green tangles for a brief moment with my own dull brown. His gaze strips me bare, sets me adrift, and unmakes me. For just a minute while he stares at me, everything is right. I'm whole, safe, and loved. And then his gaze moves away again and I'm none of those things. I'm afraid, confused, and lost. So lost.

His next move doesn't help.

No
, I want to cry out to him when he straightens and they start in my direction, each step matched perfection. I say nothing instead. I'm frozen solid… thought, preservation, and instinct completely wiped away.

They walk toward me, moving so slowly I feel like I'm watching an impending train wreck, unable to do a single thing to prevent it from happening. I want to lift my skirt into my hands and flee into the night. Just run until my lungs explode, my heart stops, and this sight – Her. Him. Together. – is burned from my memory. But I can't.

I stand completely still instead.

I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this
.

The champagne in my flute sloshes around. A droplet runs down my hand, sticky, messy, like the last time we were together.

"
I need to feel you, Savannah," he breathes in my ear. His body presses against mine, hot, hard, and eager. "I need to be in you, love."

His lips moves like butterfly wings across my skin – giving, taking, and worshipping. I lift my arms and wrap them around him, cradling him to me. His hand dips between my legs, slipping against slick skin aching for him. Always for him.

"
Mmm," he moans against my nipple when I arch into his touch.

That satisfied sound is my undoing.

Orgasm washes over me in a warm rush.

"
More," I beg, writhing through it, "please, Jared."

"
Yes, beautiful girl," he croons and pulls away to undress.

I watch from beneath heavy lids, my attention riveted to the way the candlelight illuminates his skin, setting it afire in rippling, glistening shadow.  A beautiful smile spreads across his face, softening his expression when he notices me staring.

He stalks toward me again, his cock in his hand. "You're gorgeous," he whispers fiercely… the last words spoken before he's sliding inside of me, stretching me, filling me.

"
Oh baby," he hisses when I wrap my legs around his waist.

He begins to move inside of me – in and out, faster, deeper. His lips seek mine. I kiss him hungrily, gasping and mewling into his mouth as he takes me higher, higher

always higher.

"
I love you," he cries out, his head thrown back as he slams himself inside of me. "I love you."

Her smile brightens the closer they come to me. Perfect rows of white teeth flash. Her eyes – baby blue and full of some emotion I'd rather not name – meet mine. I barely stop myself from bowing my head as the way she looks at me combines with my memories of him, weighing me down.

She has everything that's mine. She has
him
, and I can't even hate her for it.

Nothing has ever hurt so deeply.

My heart splinters when they draw to a stop in front of me. I can't bring myself to look at him again. Desperation to touch him, to kiss and love him, comes in crushing waves. I'm too far gone to trust myself not to give in.

"Lexi, Jared," I whisper, choking on their names. "Congratulations."

"Savannah," Lexi greets me, her voice as perfect as the rest of her. "How are you?" She sounds genuinely concerned.

A thousand answers flit through my mind – dying, burning, terrified – but I can't say any of them. My false smile feels like it's going to crack my cheeks at any moment. Crack me. Wide open.

"Fine." My mouth moves. My voice sounds. But I don't know where the word comes from. I certainly haven't thought it.

"Savannah." Jared's voice is warm honey – instant sensory overload.

His gaze is on me, searing me, but I can't make my head move in his direction. I can't.

"Look at me," he whispers so softly I know the words haven't carried beyond our little grouping.

My eyes find his, and, oh God–
I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this.

"Jared," I choke, my hands trembling. The champagne flute clinks against the ring on my finger. His eyes… oh God, his eyes. So much pain, sorrow, and regret mingle there. Everything in my chest tightens, fracturing along already ravaged lines. Tears well, threatening to break free and spill over at any moment.

I have to get out of here. I have to–

"Breathe," Lexi reminds me, her perfect lips barely moving.

I suck in air, wanting to hate her all over again. My breath won't fit in my chest, in my lungs, it's so tight, so close. It
hurts.
Everything about this hurts and I can do nothing but stand here and pretend it doesn't.
I want to beg them to make it stop, but I can't get those words out either. I can't say or do anything. I'm just here. Frozen. Dying.

"
Do you believe in heaven?" I ask, kicking my feet to send ripples waving through the cool water.

"
You ask the strangest questions," he murmurs even as he smiles over at me. The sun catches in his hair and my fingers ache to weave their way through the mess.

I do exactly that.

He hums his pleasure before lifting me up into his arms and settling me in front of him. His head finds its way into the crook of my shoulder. He sighs softly, content.

"
This is heaven," he finally says. "Right here with you… not even God himself could compete with that."

"
I love you," I breathe, turning my face up toward his.

"
And I love you." His lips meet mine, softly, reverently.

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