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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

My eyes wide and fearful, I looked back at my father. “No, I’m sorry…I wasn’t…I’m sorry.”

I backed up a step, and even as I did it, I knew it was the absolute wrong thing to do. Dad’s face turned a fearsome shade of red as he watched my pathetic attempt to escape. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

He started undoing his belt, and my heart hammered in my chest. No. This wasn’t real. This was a dream, a horrible, horrible dream. My parents were dead. Gone. Buried. They couldn’t hurt me anymore.

My dad’s lip curved in a cruel smile. “You’re wrong about that, son. There’s so much more we can do to you now. Because now…we know everything you’ve ever done. You can’t hide from us anymore. You’ll never be free.”

Having Dad inside my head was too much to handle. Twisting around, I bolted for the door. If there was one thing I was good at now, it was running. I was younger than him, faster, had more endurance—he’d never catch me, and unlike when I was a child, I didn’t have to let this happen, didn’t have to let him beat me. I never had to come back to this hellhole. Ever.

I managed to slip away from Mom, but when I got to the entryway of my massive childhood home, I instantly knew it didn’t matter. There were no doors, no windows, no stairs to the upper floors. There was absolutely nowhere for me to go. Dad strolled into the room, smacking his belt against his hand. I twisted and turned, looking for an exit, but even the hallway to the kitchen was gone now. I was trapped. And alone.

“You finally get it, don’t you? You can’t escape who you are, Kellan. You can’t escape your history. There’s no point even trying.”

He shrugged, like condemning me to a lifetime of pain was a simple thing. Then he brought the belt down. I raised my arms to protect my face, and the thick leather ripped into my exposed forearms. As pain, humiliation, and defeat coursed through me, I realized he was right. He could do so much more to me now…now that he was forever locked inside my head. I’d never truly be free.

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