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Lauren was an assignment. He didn’t expect to fall in love.
From her birth, Apollo watched Lauren mature, witnessing all her milestones with a strong sense of pride. Advising, protecting and whispering loving words to her, Lauren is strong and perfect.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t want to live.
A drastic decision one day sets Lauren face to face with her own Guardian Angel- a being she never knew existed. However, he won’t leave her alone. He is relentless, encouraging her to better her life when he doesn’t understand what it takes to survive on Earth. Despite this “flaw,” she is drawn to him in ways she can’t explain and Apollo soon becomes as necessary as the air she breathes. He asks for only one thing- to be his, forever.
Will she allow Apollo to love and care for her when many have failed?
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At twenty-two years old, Lauren was done with life. She rifled through the top drawer of her mother’s bureau and held out the bottle of psychotropic drugs in her hand, with a wicked glee of triumph. Her mom wouldn’t miss a few pills. Besides, she was never home. She took more of an interest in partying with men, giving them whatever they wanted to “take care of her” than she did caring for her own daughter. Lauren was, at best, an after-thought or more, an inconvenience. Love, affection, and responsibility weren’t words found in her mother’s vocabulary.
She stared at the bottle and cried over the bathroom sink. All the pain she endured by her mom’s drugged-out, wasted boyfriends meant nothing at all to the most important woman in the world, whose single duty was to protect her: her mom. The fact that Lauren was almost molested several times by her mother’s pathetic definition of “good men,” meant even less. Lauren swiped at her tears, angry for displaying her vulnerability. She’d never cry in front of her mother or her idiot boy toys.
She hated her mother but even more she loathed her useless life. There was no point in going on, living day to day with no end in sight when all she wanted to do was sleep forever. The strange part was that every time she thought she was at the end of her rope, gasping for air from being choked or kicked repeatedly by one of her mom’s trashy men or from her mom, herself, she survived. Why and how, she’d like to know because at certain times there was no explanation. One time a greasy male fondled her on her bed while she struggled underneath him, kicking and biting him and then suddenly he was dragged off the bed. He hit the floor, unconscious. She rolled the heavy body out into the hallway and closed her door, barring it from re-entry by lodging a chair underneath the doorknob. How was he dragged onto the floor? She didn’t know. However, she recalled his desperate screams and his attempts to claw his fingernails into the bed sheets for leverage. It was a failed, useless attempt just like her previous tries at suicide but this time she was sealing the deal. If some crazy being out there in the vast universe offered her reincarnation, she wasn’t coming back. That’s if something truly existed beyond her piddly life, which she highly doubted.
Whatever was out there, if there was a second chance, was better than living life on Earth. Lauren regretted only one thing, she never experienced real love. To her, love was a product of weakness but she yearned for it anyway. To have someone in her life who’d respect her, take care of her and want her would be…well…unreal but a wonderful experience. She turned the pill bottle in her hand. If only that man existed, but he didn’t. Her mother’s magic pills were her only way out.
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