Don't Let Go Of Me: Casey & Sammie: The Broken Series, #2

By Angela Fattig

Casey Marks has secrets. Secrets so deep and dark he has closed himself off emotionally.
Years later, he betrayed a friendship. Then an unexpected call allowed him the opportunity to right that wrong.
Casey swore to protect Sammie even if it killed him. He just wasn’t prepared for the effect she would have on his cold heart. He wanted her but his secrets kept him from acting on his feelings.
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Sammie Smith had lived a life of pure hell forced to use men for their money by her mother. She was abused when she refused. In the process, her sister’s life was almost destroyed.
Sammie finally has a chance for what she has always dreamed of… True Love
There’s just one problem. The man she wants has sworn off women and doesn’t believe he deserves to be happy. To be loved.
However, there was one good thing about being Dory’s daughter. She didn’t know the meaning of the word “No”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela Fattig
• Release date: Dec 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513021287

Angela Fattig

Angela Fattig spent most of her childhood reading any book she could find. That's when her passion of writing was born. When she was 10, she started writing short stories and poems and kept quite a collection. In 1998, she met Paul and they have shared a life together for 15 years. In 1999, she introduced the world to her first born, Brandi, and again in 2000, Sarah. Today, when she is not doing what she loves, writing, she spends time with her beautiful family and the addition of two dogs named Izzy and Herly. Angela's inspirations have always been Stephen King, E L James, and Poe.

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Dedication

I want to thank everyone who has helped get me to this point. Since January 2014, I have published nine books not including this one. There have been quite a few bumps along the way, but it has all been worth it.

As I was sitting in front of my laptop finishing the last chapter, I made the realization that...

Although Don't Let Go Of Me is a standalone, it is still a part of The Broken Series.

Technically, it is book 4 and I thought The Broken Series was finished with book 3. Hmm...

So in the honor of The Broken Series put your hands together for:

Don't Let Go Of Me the Continuing Saga of The Broken Series: Standalone.

So once again, this book is dedicated to all the survivors and victims of Human Trafficking.

~~ Angela

Quotes

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

~Ann Landers

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

~Edgar Allan Poe

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

~Plato

Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do.

~Henry Ford

You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.

~Frank Crane

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

~Khalil Gibra

Preface

Who the fuck is he, the boy snarled as he walked into the room.

The woman reared back, slapping the boy across the face. Watch your language, the woman hissed. If you must know, he’s here to have a little fun with the kid.

It all made sense now. The look on the man’s face and the way he kept adjusting his cock. He also looked familiar to the boy, yet he couldn’t place him. Tall, he was very tall. Blonde hair and well built, he looked like someone the boy’s father had done business with.

Mom, the boy whispered, She’s a small child, please don’t do this to her.

The woman crossed her arms with a smirk. Are you volunteering to take her place, she questioned.

The man laughed. That would work for tonight, he said. However, I will have her one day and there won’t be a fucking thing you can do about it.

The boys mind was all over the place. He knew what they meant. He also knew he couldn’t allow them to touch that sweet girl. ‘I could call someone, but would they listen this time,’ he wondered. No, if he did that he would just bring his mother’s wrath down even harder.

Well Marky, she questioned, We don’t have all damn night.

‘Why in the hell was she calling me Marky,’ he wondered. Ever since she started bring the girl around she had not called him by his real name.

The man started to walk to him and the boy slowly backed up. The boy squared his shoulders and looked the man in the eyes, Promise that you will not touch her, he started, And I’ll do whatever you want.

The man stopped and the corners of his mouth curled up. I promise, he said, For now.

The boy took everything that night that had been meant for the girl. The taste of blood in his mouth when the man was not happy with how he did something was still there when he crawled into bed that night. His tears would not stop rolling down his face as he scooted in closer to the little girl and wrapped his arm around her.

Marky, she whispered.

He pulled her closer and kissed her head. Go back to sleep Jojo, he whispered.

She snuggled closer. Why are you so nice to me, she asked as she yawned.

Because it’s my job to protect the ones I care about, he answered, To protect you. As long as I’m around, nothing bad will happen to you, I promise.

Her small hand touched his that was around her stomach. I love you Marky, she whispered.

The boy, still crying, pulled her closer still. I love you too Jojo, he whispered back. Now go to sleep Baby girl. She nodded as her breathing evened out and sleep took hold of her.

He laid there listening to her breathing and inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. Even at such a young age, her touch calmed him, made him believe the impossible. He was trying to figure out what had drawn him to her. What would make a boy, a person; take what he took for her.

He knew in that moment that no matter what the world showed him, there was no happily ever after’s, no true love, no soul mates, and no woman would ever be true. Except for Jojo, she was the only right thing in his life and he would make it his life’s mission to care for her—to love her. No other would be able to touch his heart—his soul as she has.

For six long months, he took what was meant for her; different men each night, sometimes more than one man. Each night, once they had finished, he would crawl in bed next to his Jojo and hold her as he cried. She would wake, roll to face him, and touch his cheek.

It’s ok Marky, she would whisper. I will always love you. Then she would fall asleep.

He always felt guilty—dirty even. He was so much older than she was, yet each night he depended on—needed her touch. Just one touch and his heart didn’t hurt so much. He fell asleep feeling safe with her next to him.

He woke to a loud noise. Reaching out he couldn’t feel her. He jumped up. Jojo, he screamed.

His bedroom door opened. His mother stood there with her arms crossed. Get dressed, she hissed. The police are coming. Then she walked away.

Anger filled him as he ran after her. Where is she, he demanded to know.

The woman ignored him as she pulled open the front door. Within minutes, police had filled the house taping sections off. He and his mother were taken into a different room away from the noise and she was crying. Things started to make sense now as he shot from the room.

Jojo, he screamed as he tried to fight his way up the stairs.

Whoa young man, an officer said grabbing him. Where do you think you’re going?

He tried to fight the office. Let me go, the boy screamed. I have to find Jojo.

I’m sorry son, the officer responded. There’s no one else up there. Come on; let’s go back to your mom. He pulled the boy back to the other room and pushed him down next to the crying woman. Ma’am, I know you have just been through hell, but I think you need to tell your son what happened.

Her head snapped up and she just started at the office as the boy sat there in confusion. I... I can’t, she whispered as her voice broke. Will you please do it for me?

Where is Jojo, the boy tried again. Did something happen to her?

The woman stiffened next to him. Jojo, the officer questioned. Who’s Jojo?

Jojo was his dog, the woman answered. He probably had a dream about her. She passed away awhile back.

The officer appeared to accept her answer as he looked at the boy. Son, he began, Your father shot himself. I’m sorry, but, he didn’t make it.

The boy’s body started to shake as his fists clinched in his lap. He stood and turned to the woman, leaning down to look in her eyes. This is your fault, he said. All the men you fuck behind his back and the ones you fuck right in front of him. He stood and took a step back. By law you may be my mother and I may have to live with you, but if you ever come near me again I will make sure you fucking pay. He then turned and left the room.

He curled his body on top of his bed holding the pillow Jojo had used. He could smell her scent. He knew her real name wasn’t Jojo and he knew he would never see her again. However, he would never stop trying to protect her and others like her.

A year later, he came home from school to find that man, the man from the first time sitting in his room. He had figured out who the man was when he went through his father’s papers.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room Calvin, he hissed. Don’t you have a helpless child to fuck?"

Calvin smiled. Yes, he said. After I tell you what I came to say.

The boy crossed his arms. What makes you think I give a fuck what you have to say, he spat out.

Calvin stood and slowly walked toward him. The boy stood his ground. He was no longer afraid. Oh I think you will, he whispered. Does the name Jojo ring a bell? Although, that isn’t her real name, but you knew that, didn’t you?

The boy dropped his arms and clinched his hands into fists. What about her, he hissed.

The man stood there and laughed. I found out her real name, he replied. I plan to visit her and take what should have been ‘mine’ that night.

The boy stepped closer. Hate for this man flowing through his blood. Leave her the fuck alone, he whispered. She’s only four.

Calvin rubbed his chin as he licked his lips. "You have a lot to learn, Casey, he said. They taste so much sweeter at that age; so ripe and untouched and so willing and eager to please."

You fucking sick bastard, the boy fumed. If you lay one finger on her...

He laughed. And what will you do, he asked. Hurt me? You’re just a fucking child. You. Can’t. Fucking. Touch. Me. He then turned and walked out, leaving the boy watching him go.

Once the man was out of sight, the boy rushed out of the room heading toward his father’s office. He made that sweet girl a promise and he intended to keep it no matter what.

Picking up the phone and dialing, he knew there was only one thing he could do. Pete, he said when a man picked up, It’s Casey. I need your help. Pete had been one of his dad’s contacts and he knew Pete would help him.

An hour later, Pete called him back. It’s done, he confirmed, He won’t be hurting anyone else ever again.

Thanks Pete, Casey responded as relief filled him. Are you sure he won’t?

Casey, I personally took care of him, Pete replied. Being a kid, I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say the only hole he’ll be getting into, will be six feet down.

Fuck Pete, Casey exclaimed. I didn’t think... Never mind, I don’t want the details. It’s better if I don’t know.

You’re right kid, he agreed. Keep my number around. Your dad and I were close and I know he wouldn’t want you completely alone.

Casey sighed. Thanks again Pete, he said, I will keep your number. Goodbye. Then he hung up.

Casey sat back in the chair and ran a hand through his blonde hair. You’re safe for now Jojo, he whispered. I’m sorry I can’t be with you. Maybe one day... He shook his head. He knew he would never see her again and it broke his heart. There was something about that little brown haired girl that pulled at him. He would never know what it was. He just knew he would always try to protect her, somehow.

~ ~

Chapter One

Revenge

That fucker will pay, mother hissed.

I rushed to her side. Mother, please, I begged, Your heart. You need to calm down.

She turned to glare at me. Calm down, she shouted, Fuck you James. It was bad enough that he killed your father. Now he put your sister in prison. You can’t honestly tell me you’re ok with this.

I ran a hand through my hair. "Of course I’m not ok with any of this mother, I admitted, But what in the fuck do you want me to do about it? Kill him?" That thought had crossed my mind for years. I fucking hated that goddamn man, and one way or another, he would pay.

She slowly smiled and shook her head. No not him, she replied, "Her; that fucking girl that started all this.