J Kahele

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Mine - Andrew

A clinking sound awakens me and I open my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. I watch, as the ceiling fan rotates in sync with the sound. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I open my eyes again and gaze around the room, it’s unfamiliar.  A dark cherry wood dresser sits in the corner, stacks of clothes piled on top of it. A black leather chair sits in the opposite corner, with another stack of clothes. There are clothes in small piles on the floor everywhere. I lay back down, curling to the pillow. “Good morning.” a voice says to me. It startles me, and with quick reflex, I pull the blankets up. I turn to my side and Andrew is lying next to me. I stare at him confused. I lift the covers looking underneath. Be it my luck, I am stark naked. I turn to Andrew. “Did we?” I ask him with devastation. “Of course we did.” he responds with a smile. “Oh, this is so bad!” I tell him nervously. “Actually, it was pretty good.” he says with sarcasm. His sarcastic tone fills me with irritation. “I can’t believe you took advantage of me when I was drunk.” I say to him with irritation. “Me? It was not I who took advantage of you. It was you, who took advantage of me, you are quite convincing when you are only wearing this.” He holds up the corset, grinning.  His grin infuriates me. I stand, wrapping the blanket around me, pulling it off of him, exposing his naked body. I stare at his perfect body. His muscular chest arouses me. The V-shaped line that encompasses his lower abdomen sends my hormones into overdrive. He smiles as he watches me gaze at his body. “You like what you see?” he asks with a smirk. I turn away from him. “You are so unbelievably arrogant!” I say with irritation. He stands, sliding his boxers on.  He walks behind me, sliding his hands softly up and down my arms. Goosebumps instantly appear on my arms as his touch sends a tingling sensation through my body. He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. “I turn you on.” he whispers in my ear.  The warmth of his breath encompasses my whole body. He kisses my neck softly. I close my eyes, embracing his touch. He places his lips to mine. I clutch his back, tightly inviting his kiss. The blanket falls and he scoops me into his arms, carrying me back to the bed, never letting his lips leave mine. He lies me down gently, sliding on top of me. http://goo.gl/ztsJy8

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The first time

I sit at my desk, grieving over the latest beating I had received from Ben. My memory drifts back in to time. Back to the first time Ben ever put his hands on me.  It was shortly after we had been married. We were at a benefit for muscular dystrophy, and I had drunk quite a bit. I was only 18 years old at the time, so I handled myself much differently than I would now. I was laughing and flirting with a man when Ben walked up. I could tell by his expression he was very angry. He gripped my wrist tightly and forcibly pulled me out of the function to the limo. I, of course, not knowing what ensued deep within his sadistic mind, was so mad about his aggressive way of removing me from the function, that I made the mistake of sticking up for myself. “Don’t put your hands on me!” I yell as I pull my hands from him. I scoot over in the limo. Ben slams the door and turns to me. His eyes blazing as he moves closer to me. Without warning, he raises his hand and slaps me with vengeance across the face. I naturally defend myself and slap him back. Another regretful mistake I made. My slap only deepened his already vicious temperament. With a closed fist he hits me continuously, until I can no longer fight him back. I can feel my eyes swell, and taste the salty taste of blood as it runs down my nose and mouth. Ben takes his handkerchief out, and pats the blood from my face. Tears fill my eyes. “Look what you made me do!” He says to me with disgust. His lack of affection and emotion for what he had done astounded me; I exhaled as I look down at the ground. For days, I stayed locked up in the house, hiding Ben’s secret. He left town, leaving me to wallow in my emotional struggle with all that had happened. I longed for him the longer he was away.  As the bruises and cuts from my face disappear, he returns. We never spoke of it, but I knew from that day forward that my life was always going to be this way. The first year I spent with Ben was not learning his bad habits, like leaving the toothbrush in the sink, or clothes on the floor. It was learning Ben’s unsaid rules and pet peeves, like wearing blue jeans, or wearing my hair down. Ben’s demented mind and psychotic ways led to many long nights in agony and pain. His beatings were light at first, but as I continued to break the rules his anger quickened and his beatings became more vicious.  To conceal the beatings from others, Ben only used his gold-buckle, dark brown leather belt, and was sure to only hit me in places that were covered by clothing.http://goo.gl/ztsJy8

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The morning after

The morning after was always the worse, the horrific memories of the night before quickly fills my mind as the bloody marks that encrusted my body throbbed painfully. Another emotional scar is added to the collection of pain and heartbreak I had endured over the years from Ben. Ben walks over to the bed, rubbing cream on the bloody marks. “I don’t enjoy punishing you, but you need to learn to obey me. How you dress and present yourself reflects on me. I am a Senator, and I have an obligation to uphold a certain way of living, dressing, and presenting myself. You are my wife, so these rules apply to you also.” Tears fall down my face. “I’m sorry.” I respond tearfully. He ignores my apology. “I called you into work. I told them you had the flu. Make things easier on both of us and abide by the rules.” he says to me.  I lay silently, as desolation overwhelms me, his words savagely tearing at my already severed heart. He kisses me on the forehead, and walks out of the room My mind plummets into a dark hole. The reality of my existence enveloped me into a solitary desolation of hopelessness and agony. Ben left town that day. Whenever I would disobey Ben, he found it necessary to leave me alone to think and wallow in my misery. It was just another one of his dysfunctional ways of making me suffer. And it did. His lack of affection and compassion tore deep into my inner self, destroying all of my self esteem. I stare into the mirror. My eyes are hollow and empty as a deep depression overtakes me.  I shower and cry silently to myself as the water burns through my bloody wounds. http://goo.gl/ztsJy8

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Mine- book trailer

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Blink The series: Breaking Branches

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I shake as I gaze down at the man, whose hands are around my throat. He is groaning, his dark empty hollow eyes stare past me without direction. His cheeks are sunken in like a walking corpse, green saliva running uncontrollably down both sides of his mouth. His hair is matted and his body reeks of a stagnate odor, forcing me to put my hand over my mouth as the smell surrounds me. I try hard to scream, closing my eyes.

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I can hear the crushing of the metal, the breaking of the glass, as the steel encloses me, then silence. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Blink%20Series%20Breaking%20Branches

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Michael

Slender with a slight muscular built, he stands at about 6’0 tall. He has permanent bed head but it suits his facial structure. His face is square with a chiseled jaw line, and high cheek bones that cast a light shadow of a beard. His light chestnut eyes have sparkles of gold as the sun hits them gleaming in through the door. His lip rises up on one side as he smiles at me. Right away I can see he is definitely confident, and he has every reason to be.

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Melia

The sky is orange as the sun is starting to set. The wind blows briskly, bringing a slight chill to my arms; I rub them trying to warm up. The sound of breaking branches catches my attention, interrupting my tranquil state. I stand quickly in search of the noisy clatter. I am drawn to the cliff that stands so high above me and like a mystic illusion a beautiful woman appears. A yellow glow surrounds her radiating flawless silhouette.

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The Wand

This dreaded wand- my rival for ages relentlessly contesting me. I plunge it swiftly into its case wetting it with the black liquid, yearning for victory. Using the mirror as my sole guidance, I cautiously apply it to my lashes. Success! Victory is mine today! Oh, how I wish my eyes weren’t so green and my hair so dark. I would willingly surrender the wand forever.

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Blink - Breaking Branches

The moonlight illuminates her. Radiantly beautiful- short dark hair with a hint of white, her skin is tan and her face is perfect. Yet, what intrigues me the most are her amber eyes. They draw me in-a perfect light ensues me; a comfort that warms me inside. The golden color of the iris is so intense it brings an aching shiver to my spine. I feel the urge to look away but for some odd reason I can’t. I feel like I’m watching a car crash-something so horrifying yet intriguing at the same time. My vision begins to blur and I feel the blood rush to my head- I’m fading. My heavy lidded eyes begin to close-

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