Authors: Shey Stahl
All I Have Left
| All I Have Left |
| Shey Stahl |
| (2014) |
A novel by Shey Stahl
This book is a work of fiction. Names, sponsors, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, dead or living, is coincidental.
The opinions expressed in this book are solely those of the author.
All I Have Left
Copyright © 2014 by Shey Stahl
ISBN-13: 978-1500182335
ISBN-10: 1500182338
Published in the United States of America
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Warning
This book is not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen. It contains graphic sexual encounters, both consensual and non-consensual. Please be warned there is rape and abuse in this book.
Some scenes in this book contain difficult subject matter and be hard to read.
If you or someone you know has been a victim of rape, please contact the National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1.800.656.HOPE
For Elaine.
I owe you so much, I’ll start with a dedication and soon that Slurpee and a bag of Funyuns.
The Boy, thank you for never letting go of my dreams for me.
Honey Girl, love you baby girl. Sparkly blue green eyes tell me every day how much you love me. I hope that you see how much I love you and need that little giggle every morning.
My parents, thank you for believing in me. Mommy, sometimes you just need your mom. Thank you for holding me while I cried. Thank you for being the first one to ever read this story two years ago. It’s because of your push that I decided to publish it.
Sister, I love you. Sisters are forever and even though we go weeks without talking sometimes, you’re always there when I need you.
Shanna, I can’t do any of this without you!
Janet, I love you. But if you show me one more gator picture I’m not sure if I will ever come see you. Stop that. Those funny pics you send make it worth it.
Elaine, we’ve become too close. Whenever I look through our messages I sometimes wonder if there’s anything we don’t talk about. I will never forget the McDonalds bomber. Seriously though, I can’t thank you enough for all this. Your support means the world to me. There’s nothing, no words I could say right now that would even come close to telling you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done.
The Gearheads and Shey’s Shit Show, you keep me going. I love that I can pop in anytime and you girls are there when I need you.
Thank you to the hundreds of emails I got begging me to continue writing and the authors who gave me the push to go on when I didn’t think I could anymore. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. I didn’t think I would pick up the pen again, I thought it was over for me and to have support of just friends, people looking out for me, was more than I ever thought would happen.
My friends, the girls there for me and checking on me when I forget to socialize, or withdraw, Erin, Janet, Elaine, Megan, Callie, Kellie, Lisa, Michelle and Barb.
You just can’t beat the person who never gives up.
Babe Ruth
June 2000
Have you ever wanted something so much you’ve heard the sound?
A rapid heartbeat, a distant thud followed by heavy breathing as your body tried to naturally react to it.
I knew we had too much to drink, but I didn’t care right then. I’ve heard that sound.
Wrapping my arms over her, I brought her to my bed wrapping the blanket around her. Her skin, so warm, was doing what it always did in the eighteen-year-old me. Only now, I wanted more. I wanted everything she would give me.
Maybe it was that we were eighteen, maybe it was that we both just didn’t care anymore, either way, I knew where this was going despite her having a boyfriend. And I couldn’t fucking stop it. There was no way.
We were alone in the house but once we were inside my room, something seemed different about her and I couldn’t quite place it.
Had she heard that same sound?
When we came up to my room, I think we knew it was heading here. We did.
Her head was buried in my neck, her lips pushed against skin, my hand roaming over skin I’d never had the pleasure of touching before.
So many times I’d imagined this, and though my dreams felt real at times, I knew it would never be. Evie was off limits in all the ways I wanted her. Had I acted on it, our relationship wouldn’t be the same. I was sure of that.
But then Evie surprised me when she turned in my arms. Our bodies shifted against one another, out want written all over our faces. The sky, brightened from the moon, seemed to provide just enough light that I saw the longing in those green eyes I loved so much.
We may have been best friends but sometimes the intimacy of friendship shared caused the same wants, desires, and needs of regular couples. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing?
“Please,” she whispered, her hands moving over my shoulders and then down my back reaching for my shirt.
After I pulled my shirt over my head, her hands were on the button of my jeans, waiting.
“What about Chris?” I could barely get the words out I was breathing so heavy.
She didn’t look at me, her eyes and hands over my chest. “Please…”
My kisses, incapable of slowing, seemed to be just as impatient and frenzied as hers. My hands worked her tank top off to find her skin suddenly heated.