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hard and greedy, not what I’m feeling at all.
    Noah’s hands tighten on my hips, his lips bruising mine. I place my hands against his chest and try to push him back, but he’s too strong.
    I try to suck in a breath of air, but all I get is Noah.
    A sudden wave of panic washes over me and then it feels like I’m drowning. I can’t suck in any air and it only makes the panic flare hotter through me.
    ~*~
     

Chapter Twenty-Nine
     
    Noah~
    Amy’s nails dig into my chest and I groan. Fuck, she tastes so good! Feeling her body slide down mine, sent me over the edge. I’ve never kissed anyone like this, and I don’t want to stop.
    Amy whimpers and I take that as a good sign, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tightly to me. A strangled sound cuts through my passion induced haze. Amy pushes hard against me and that’s when I realize, she’s not wild with passion! She’s fighting me.
    I pull back and her hand connects hard with my neck, leaving the skin stinging. Her face is etched in fear as she pulls free from me. She makes another strangled sound. Fuck, she can’t breathe! I try to grab for her but she ducks and stumbles through the crashing waves and then she’s running.
    I’m not sure what just happened! I run after her as she sprints full out towards the beach house. When we get close I see Uncle Garrett stand up, a worried frown on his face.
    “Daddy!” the word is a raw sound, torn from Amy as she runs towards her father. “He’s going to hurt me! Daddy!” her cries are so raw they bring me to a stumbling halt.
    I shove my hands through my hair and then lock my hands behind my neck, taking deep breaths.
    Amy remembers.
    I watch her throw herself at Uncle Garrett. Her whole body jerks with the cries ripping through her. A flash of relief softens the worry from Uncle Garrett’s features.
    “Angel,” Uncle Garrett rasps, his voice thick with emotion.
    Amy clings to her dad, the same way she was holding onto me yesterday. “He told Brad to wait. I heard it. He said he wanted to be the one to kill me.”
    Luckily Uncle Garrett and Dad know about that call, or I’d have some serious explaining to do.
    “Do you remember everything,” Aunt Kris asks, tears flowing down her face. “Do you remember us?”
    Uncle Garrett picks Amy up and starts to carry her back to the house, when I hear Amy sob, “I remember … but I want to forget.” Her cries are so raw they’re chafing at my skin, crawling in and stabbing at my heart.
    Amy remembers it all. The Amy I got to see the past few weeks is gone and I’m left with the old one, the one that hates me … only this time round she has reason to hate me.
    ~*~
     

Chapter Thirty
     
    Amy~
    ‘We’re going to play a game. If you can guess what I’m writing on your back, I’ll let you go.’
    I wake up gasping for air, my screams still ringing in my ears. I throw the blanket back and rush to switch on the light. I yank the dress over my head and turn my back to the mirror as I remove the bandage. The gauze sticks to my skin, and I’m careful not to hurt myself more as I peel it slowly off.
    I see the first cut, and then another. A sob bubbles up my throat. Mom rushes into the room. “Oh, Angel, no!”
    Daddy also comes in and then Noah follows, stopping by the door. Anger quickly replaces the sorrow and I throw my dress in his direction. I don’t care that I’m half naked, only wearing underwear and a bra.
    “What is he still doing here?” I shriek, pointing at Noah.
    “Now, Amy, he didn’t know what Brad was up to,” Mom says, defending him!
    Bitter laughter slips over my lips. “Is that what he told you?” My eyes dart between Mom and Daddy’s. “Did he tell you I told him? Did he tell you that I told him!?” I scream. “He told me I better watch my back, that payback’s a bitch!” I stalk to where Noah is standing and hate that I’m shorter than him, but it doesn’t stop me. I punch him as hard as I can, and satisfaction fills me