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The Space Between

The Space Between by Jordyn Meryl



Fiction – Adult Romance

A quest to seek revenge leads to a chance at love. When the human spirit is so bruised it rages against the laws of nature, the Universe steps up and issues Justice. The beautiful Katrina guided by the three Goddesses, Mariah, Tess and Jo find righteousness is possible with the right gifts and a pure heart. But Karina did not expect Mitch, a human with a good soul and integrity. Awaking a missed chance at love, she weights the purpose of her mission. The quest to seek revenge against the evil Tomas pits her in the peril of good versus bad.

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The Space Between

“Where are you, bitch?”

His words sounded just before the door flew open with an echoing bang. The man walking in as ominous as the black clothes he wore. Close to six feet tall, with a forbidding presence of darkness and extremely handsome, he brought with him an air of fear laced with danger. A raging anger preceded his words spoken with a sharp, piercing accent on his displeasure. Throwing the tabloid he gripped in his hand at the woman standing at the counter cutting vegetables. Her wide eyes betrayed her panic. Keeping her poise, she did not speak to the man’s insults.

Her right hand gripped the large kitchen knife as her left hand reached for her cell phone. Hitting “1” on her speed dial, she sent the call as she backed away from the man.

“So, I read in the rag paper, you accepted a modeling assignment in Paris. Of course after hearing it from a friend’ who couldn’t wait to rub it in.” The very tone of his voice made her jerk with alarm.

On the move, to get far away from him. “…it just happened this afternoon. I am preparing a sumptuous meal for us to celebrate.” Waving the knife towards the chopped food.

Her first instinct to come home, pack and escape now looked like the better choice.

Her back hit the wall as he reduced the distance between them. He lunged forward and with one swift move, backhanded her. The knife and the cell phone flew from her hands as she slid down the wall to the soft white carpet.

The explosion in her head put flashes of light in front of her eyes. The cell phone was within in her reach. The knife was not. Snaking her hand out she tucked the cell phone next to her, careful not to hang up.

The woman stood up slowly, the sting of his abuse still radiated on her skin. “But it’s my job. It’s what I do.” Swaying wobbly, she leaned against the wall trying to clear her head of the pain. “It’s a good-paying gig.” Her hand with the phone hung at her side she turned towards the wall.

His sinister laugh told her that was the wrong thing to say. “You have a job. Pleasing me. You don’t need money. I meet your needs.”

His advancement towards her again made her step away. “Okay, I’ll call.” She turned towards the bedroom, walking on unsteady legs.

In the room, her bags stood packed, ready to go. With the caller still on the phone, she picked up her bag and purse. She needed to escape. To get away from this madness.

Wheeling her suitcase behind her, she shook her head again to clear it then went out to face him.

From behind the counter, his eyes flashed an intense fury as he watched her come out of the bedroom with her luggage.

“I see you are not taking me seriously. Do I need to make my point clearer?”

Stopping short, she raised her head and squared her shoulders. “No, you made yourself perfectly clear. I am leaving, you and this toxic relationship. Good bye.”

With her courage tucked under her arm, she gripped her bags, still holding the cell phone gently in her hand.

A terrifying level enragement radiated from him. Grabbing the knife, he met her at the end of the counter. His hand tightly grabbed her upper arm stopping her in her tracks. She faced her demon.

“What are you going to do, beat me into submission? Fine, but I will heal and someday at some choice time I will escape you.”

The blade of the knife and his vermin words echoed through her body at the same time. “No, you stupid bitch. You will never leave me alive.”

Searing pain grabbed her as it sent her to the floor. Grabbing her stomach, feeling the warmth of the blood pouring from her, she watched as it flowed through her fingers. The overpowering stench of death insulted her nose. She could feel her life ebb out of her. An anger so strong it made her shudder, rose like bile up through her soul.

I am going to die. You stupid bastard. I will make you pay for this.

The darkness came as a welcome cover. Her hand closed over her cell disconnecting the person on the other end.

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Once living under the guise of a passive, quiet, school librarian, books and kids were the passions which kept her mind fresh. But now it is when the night muses visit Jordyn, her spirit rises up to wrap around the stories that float in her head. Land locked in the mid-west she dreams of days on a white sandy beach with a laptop to write all her tales. Crossing many genres she spins chronicles of romance, paranormal and fantasy, for they are stories worth telling, even at the risk of revealing true feelings.

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