So, I've been busy working hard on the two sequels for my trilogy. The first drafts of both books are finally done! Book 2 is due to be released this spring. While my editor edits and goes through the drafts to help with content, continuity, plot holes, making sure it reads smoothy and keeps everyone guessing, I'm doing some re-writes. It's hard to give teasers without spoiling the twists in "Circle of Betrayal." And I really wanna give teasers. So here is one. The names are crossed out so as not to spoil.
Talk about method-writing. My heart's breaking.
The pain. The pain.
XXXXX - love of her life, man of her dreams - the pain he caused her, ate her insides. She remembered that night. She cried, hunched over, folded in half, broken, trampled, paralyzed. She lay on XXXXX’s couch, moved her thumb up and down the edge of the knife, almost in a trance and thought about those devastating hours. Those hours that broke her forever.
She felt empty, like she didn’t exist anymore. His betrayal took her soul right out of her. Whoever she was before, the she that existed for him, that woman was no more. Instead, she felt a void; a part of her had been ripped right out and in between the cracks of her shattered self was a rage like she had never felt before. It had no words.
Everything became colorless.
She played Evanescence’s song My Immortality over and over on her computer. Amy Lee’s voice bellowed the exquisite pain only someone whose heart had been crushed could ever comprehend. She sat, listened to the song, to the words. She tried to swallow her feelings, tried to rationalize, to compartmentalize. Nothing would ease the pain and that wordless rage seethed. He had always been the one. Always. She had given him all of her, everything she had. And he didn’t care. He took her for granted. He made her expendable.
She sang with Amy Lee:
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along
She tried to use Amy Lee’s words as her own, to help her integrate the betrayal, to stop the simmering volcano that engulfed her. She sang at the top of her lungs, tears flew out of her eyes. Her body sliced into itsy, bitsy pieces, her open crevices filled with that inarticulate rage, a rage so deep it seeped through every pour. It swallowed her. It became her.