I wonder what I did to deserve this? Was it my fault, playing two clubs against one another, searching for the truth? Did I deserve to be raped? I think I did, and that's probably the worst thing. I try to make myself feel better, I really do, but then I realize that maybe I did ask for this.
“What are you writing?"
Meredith slammed the leather journal closed and glanced up at Tyler. The man was beautiful. He stood easily 6'3, though with his motorcycle boots he probably topped 6'5. The Native American heritage was apparent in his high cheekbones, the long, straight black hair, and the suntanned tone of his skin. His brown eyes burned intensely as he watched her.
“Just journaling like the therapist suggested I do."
“Speaking of, are you ready for your appointment?"
She nodded. “I am,
