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Broken, used and worthless.
They are the words that have been branded into my mind for the past five years.
Now freed, but they stole my smile and left me with only tears.
My dreams of the future died right before my eyes.
I'm fighting to find my way back, but I’m too weak.
I won’t let her walk this road alone.
I’ll hold on for her. The dark can’t last forever.
Her heart beat keeps time for the rest of my life.
Our fate will not be denied or erased.
It will be beautiful.
“How great your love is for me.” I whisper.
I loved the first book in this series, becoming an instant fan of Evie Harper, so reading this second book was a no brainier for me. I couldn't wait to read Emily and Kanya's story and I wasn't disappointed. This was another really good read.
If you've read the first book "You Loved Me At My Darkest" you may remember Emily and Kanya. For the last five years Emily had been living the worst kind of nightmare. Now free and reunited with her family and her boyfriend, Kanya, Emily was struggling to recover from her ordeal. I found that the first half of this book was a painful read. My heart was breaking for Emily and how she was coping with what had happened to her. She was doing everything she could to push her loved ones away, even Kanya. Emily was filled with self doubt and hatred for herself. The poor girl was so damaged and my heart went out to her.
Darkness and nightmares are my future now. This is my life, my never-ending nightmare.
Kanya was the most loving and caring boyfriend any girl could wish for. I loved his determination to fight for Emily. He refused to be pushed away and wanted so desperately to help her. Kanya loved Emily with all of his heart and he was adamant that he was not going to give her up. My heart hurt for him as he had to watch Emily fall apart in front of his eyes. I could feel his pain and frustration as he was pushed away, time and time again. The boy was relentless though and I was willing for Emily to let him in.
"I'm warning you now, Emmy; you are mine.
I will be watching and waiting. I won't lose you again."
Emily and Kanya made a beautiful couple and I could see that there was so much love between them. I loved reading the flashbacks of their early life together but it also made me feel sad at the life that they had lost. There were so many years missed that they would never get back.
Kanya is my bright light. He was always there in my mind;
that small light, always fighting for me, even when I didn't realize it.
Thankfully, as the story progressed I did get a reprieve from the heartbreak as Emily and Kanya finally started to rebuild their live together. Things were looking up for the pair and they began to make up for all of those years apart. I enjoyed this part of the story. It was nice to see some light at the end of the dark tunnel. As I was settling down into the happiness of Emily and Kanya's new life, I couldn't help feel that I had been lulled into a false sense of security. I was certain that this couple had a way to go before they could find their happy ever after. I started to panic for what was going to happen. If anything else was to upset their little world I doubted if they would recover a second time.
I'm so weak yet this man loves me at my weakest.
I have truly loved the characters in this series so far. I have enjoyed getting to know Emily and Kanya and I loved catching up with Lilly and Jake from the first book. I am also intrigued by Alexa and Joseph and I am wondering if I will get to know more about this couple in the next book. I hope so because I am convinced that they have a story to tell.
Although it is not essential that you read the first book in the series before reading this one, I highly recommend that you do. Not only because it is a brilliant read but also because I feel that it would make you understand what had happened to Emily and all of the other characters parts in the story so far.
I am Emily Roberts. I am a survivor. I am happy. I am loved, greatly.
"You Loved Me at My weakest" gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Broken Hearts from me.
Found, saved, released… freed.
Should I have a smile on my face? I should be happy, right? I’m going home. I’m going to see my family and I’m going to be safe from now on. No more hands touching me. No more bruises to watch fade away from my skin. But I’m broken, ruined, and worthless. What can I offer them? I’m tainted. Darkness has touched me more times than I can wrap my mind around. This suburban family doesn’t know what true evil is. I’ve laid beside the devil countless times and he’s turned me black. Inside and out.
The world around me grows louder and I come out of my thoughts, staring at the ground. I turn my head to look for Kanye, who is standing behind me. We just stepped off the plane that brought me home. He’s watching me, again. Each time I glimpse a look at him, my breath catches. He hasn’t changed at all in the last five years. Still the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His wild, short blond hair and deep blue eyes that tell me he’s so much more than just a pretty face; his thoughts are always deep and meaningful. His body is still fit and muscular. My head still only comes up to his eye level.
Shouts distract me from my examination. I look around and find my parents sprinting toward me. Across the airstrip not listening to any of the men screaming behind them to stop. My mother drops her handbag, items spilling from it; however, she doesn’t stop to pick it up. Time slows for just a moment as I watch my parents. My mother’s short brown hair whips in the air. Her eyes wide with tears falling. I can see one of the teardrops hit her red shirt, and there it sits, a lone wet tear, a teardrop for me. My father’s cheeks are puffing in and out heavily. His arms pumping hard, I watch as each vein pops up as he pulls and pushes his arms backwards and forwards.
I tilt my head to the side. They’re running toward me, to embrace me. To comfort me? How long will it take them to realize their Emily is gone. How long until they realize I’m repulsive. And I will lose them, all over again.
I’m scared of their touch. Light, loving, forgiving.
Oomph! They’ve crashed into me and time sets back to present and harsh reality.
My dad picks me up, circles his arms around my body, and cries into my neck. My mother hugs me from behind. I feel her tears soaking through my shirt.
I’m scared. My chest feels heavy. My heart begins to swell. It expands and the ice around my heart starts cracking, breaking off in tiny pieces.
My mother’s sobs turn into screams at my back and larger pieces of ice break off. I’m left with just a swollen heart, who just let everything in. Pain, suffering, torment, relief, love. I can feel it all and it’s too much. But I can’t turn it off.
My chest starts heaving, but my mouth refuses to open and let out the cries that are now clawing at my lips to let them have a voice. A voice… they’ve never had a voice. Someone who cared what they cried, someone who would fix the hurt they were feeling.
It’s happening. My body melts into my father’s. My eyes sting and blur. Slowly, I open my mouth and there they are. The cries. They’ve gone ignored and unwanted for so long. They are mine. My cries of pain, torment and my relief. My father jolts at the agonizing sound that’s ripped from my throat. My mother stands back and repeats my name on a whisper. Hands wrap around me from behind and I know whose they are. The one person who at this moment is going to send me over the edge. Kanye. I fall into him, his warmth, and strong arms. We collapse to the ground and he holds me to him. My head to his neck and his hand under my knees.
Kanye repeats on a whisper while rocking us on the ground, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I continue to let my precious cries go, while the man I love and the man I cried out for so often apologizes for the pain he didn’t inflict. Pain I can see he has inflicted on himself. I’m letting my pain go and sharing it with the world. Now everyone around me knows just how much agony I’m in. And they’re listening; they will try to help. They can’t. But at least someone cares. That’s all I ever wanted.
About Evie Harper
Evie is an Australian author whose passion for reading lead her into writing. Evie spends her days writing angsty, heart breaking love stories and creating happily ever afters. When Evie isn’t writing you can find her reading or spending time with her husband and two children.
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