Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) Read Online Free PDF

The smell of pine trees just after a rain storm was always invigorating to the senses.  Those were some of the best times in my life. 
    It all changed when I was about eight, that’s when my mom stopped being a stay-at-home mom and went back to work.  Since my father owned his own business, his hours were more flexible , affording him to be at home with Stephanie and I after school.  Up until that point my life had been pretty good. 
    My father was a mean, hateful man when he drank.  His drinking binges often started early and ended with me being beaten, locked in the closet and forced to do anything he wanted me to.  I never told anyone about the sexual abuse for fear that he would kill me.  He made that abundantly clear as he would tie me up and make me sit in the dark closet for what seemed hours.  I was scared and would often cry. I learned that crying only spurred him on.  Then the whippings came.  He never touched my face or my arms, just my bottom and legs.  That way he could continue his abuse as long as there were no bruises visible to my mother and the outside world.  Once I was scared into submission, the sexual abuse began.  I hated every minute of it and prayed that my mom or my uncle would show up and catch him in the act.  Unfortunately, that never happened.  He was a sneaky bastard who got away with everything.
    When I was fifteen I tried to commit suicide.  I really wasn’t so different from Dylan’s sister Danielle.  I still remember how it felt when I slid the knife into my flesh, the sting, the pain.  It was the end of October, the air crisp and bitter; the trees reflecting how I felt, dead.  The sky was gray as I sat on the kitchen floor of our home trying to take my own life.  My mother found me lying lifeless on the floor when she returned home from work.  I was rushed to the hospital and spent four months on a psychiatric unit working through my issues.  I never disclosed the abuse to my doctor for fear that when I returned home, Thomas ( my father) would kill me.
    No one ever would have suspected that I had tried to take my own life except for the scars that I now had on my wrists.  Over time they had faded but the painful memories of that day remained.  In some ways I wasn’t much different than Thomas.  I took to drinking and partying excessively in my teen years to drown out the memories and pain of what he had done.  He destroyed my innocence and a part of my soul.  I had wished so many times that I’d been the one to die in the accident instead of Ryan and Sarah.  
    Looking back, I see how that experience shaped who I became.  I had read books about women who had been abused in their childhood.  Many became promiscuous while others were fearful o f sexual experiences.  I was the opposite, never quite comfortable with anything that was of a sexual nature.  Not that it was a bad thing to be choosy of whom I slept with but it did make me more immature than most women my age when it came to sex.  However, Dylan was bringing things out in me that I’d never experienced or felt before.  The intensity of our relationship was almost frightening and I hated keeping secrets from him, but there were some things that just needed to remain in the past. 
    My parents returned shortly after six.  I was exhausted and Dr. Chan hadn’t been in to give us an update on Stephanie’s condition.  Judging by how she lay lifeless in her hospital bed, I was sure I knew what the update would entail.  I gave my sister’s hand a squeeze and kissed her on the cheek and told her I would be back in the morning to visit.  I hoped she could sense my presence, feel the love I felt for her.  If I could have traded places with her, I would have. 
    Dylan and Tristan were waiting for me as entered the waiting room.  I could sense the tension in both of them as I approached.   I wasn’t overly hungry but knew I needed to put something in my stomach before the day ended.  I reached