What would you do, if you could no longer hide behind the wall you’ve created?
What would you do, if the shattered pieces of your life began to cut, deeper and you can no longer hide the blood?
For Camille Shannon, she’s unapologetic about who she is, until she comes face to face with a demon of her past and it sends her spiraling.
From unfaithfulness to drugs, to love and loss; she’s experienced it. Some of it is due to her actions yet when she tries to get her life together, it’s proving to be harder than she expected. Will Camille find the strength to deal with the skeletons, in her closet, the ones that left her torn and battered; or will she always be Camille Shannon, hiding instead of owning her truth … she’s SHATTERED?
Excerpt:
“I’m sick of having this same argument with you.”
“And I’m sick of assuming you want this marriage,” I tell him.
“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”
“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.
He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”
“I don’t—”
“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your shit and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”
“Don’t.”
“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life. Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”
I snatch my arm away from him.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”
Lakisha, the Author 