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Who is she? What kind of trouble is she in? And most importantly will someone be able to thaw the ice surrounding her heart?
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ACKNOWLEGMENTS:
Everyone needs that one friend who keeps pushing for you to do more, and I am so blessed to have you as mine, Snow. Thank you for not letting me quit even when I reallyyyyy wanted to. Thank you for holding my hand through all the social media crap I am not equipped to handle alone. Thank you for listening and rereading my drafts a million times. Thank you for so much more…
You. Are. The. Best!
Marina, I don’t know what I would have done without your beautiful covers and all the other little things you do for me. Thank you for being here every step of the way.
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Have you read RACE ME NEVER
yet?
If not, then here is a sneak peek for
you. Hope you enjoy it!
1
RITA
Ijust need to get away.
My life went from pitch perfect to pitch disaster in all of thirty seconds. Those few seconds made me drop the pink glasses I loved to wear so much and face the reality. But if I am honest with myself, my life fell apart as soon as I said “YES” to him. The moment I actually put the damn glasses on.
Stupid, stupid, stupid me… Who the hell cares if your wedding costs a small fortune with five hundred guests…? Who the hell cares if your dress is done by the most famous designer in the world…? Or that your flowers were shipped fresh from Oregon, because God forbid, we have less than perfect, crisp white roses. Oh, and let’s not forget the bridesmaids’ dresses!
I’ll tell you who cared, stupid, stupid, stupid me, my mother, and his mother.… Well, mostly just our mothers and me being stupid, stupid, stupid me for allowing all this madness, but that’s how it goes in our culture. Parents pay for the wedding, so we shut up and enjoy the ride.
What I should have cared about was a commitment to a life with a narcissistic idiot who couldn’t care less about me.
But I no longer care about the crazy wedding or the idiot I married. And I will never let anyone control me like that. Shit, “Never say never” is my number one rule. The one rule that always backfires at me.
Yes, I just need to get away. I need a break from this stupid city and annoying people who think they know me, the real me. Not the one my mother shows them.
It’s been six months since “C-day,” and mentally, I have moved on. I think. I hope…
That’s why I am going through passport control right now. I cannot wait to board that plane and go to my safe haven, to the best place in the whole world. I’m going home. I don’t care that it is roughly a twenty-hour travel. I don’t care that I must change three planes and time zones, although I haven’t lived there for twelve years. It’s still home, and always will be. All I care about right now is stepping down on my land. They say your home heals you, and oh boy, do I need that healing!
I need to breathe some life back into myself, reminding myself who I am, or more like who I was, before the “pitch disaster” situation. My best friend is already waiting for me on the other side of the world with alcohol and pep talks.
For some reason, as I stand in this line, I have a nagging feeling that someone is watching me right now, but every time I turn around, I don’t see anyone I recognize.
Oh, screw it.… Please, by all means, watch me, stupid, stupid, stupid me.
I pass the guard at passport control, and he doesn’t even look twice at me. That’s how unremarkable I am. I’m your average height of five feet five, regular brown blah hair, skinny with no special curves or athletic composition. I guess I deserve what happened on “C-day.” Who in the world wants “blah?” Not him. Yan didn’t.
But that wasn’t always me. No, I used to be alive. Vibrant. Glowing.
Right up until he sucked the life out of me. Up until I allowed him to do so alongside my mother.
Will I ever be ready to hand my heart over to someone else again?
Damn it! Snap out of this! You’re going home, Rita, and that’s what matters. So, let’s get this body scan over with and go find my gate, B37. One step closer to my destination. One step closer to recovering the old pieces a little by little.
