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Beloved Bone Of My Bones-Rapturing Love

Beloved Bone Of My Bones-Rapturing Love

by Myrline Pierre Fils

ASIN: B071J5X26T

Publisher CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Published in Romance/New Adult & College, Literature & Fiction/Women's Fiction, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Shy, reticent eighteen-year-old Anna-Marie Henry works hard, keeps her head down, and tries not to stand out. But this shyness isn’t in her nature. Instead, it is the result of a stern upbringing with her controlling father, and it’s a survival mechanism Anna-Marie hopes to shed now that she’s starting college. John McCreeny is anything but shy. He's an international music sensation—any woman would kill to date him. His life consists of private jets, fancy parties, and amazing adventures.

Sample Chapter

The summer after I graduated high school seemed to drag on forever. Perhaps it was because I was too stoked about leaving my father’s house. I’d been accepted to San Mollan University, a prestigious private school located in San Lafae, California. It wasn’t easy getting my dad, Joe Henry, to let me go to college out of state. He would always say, “You live in Boston, Anna-Marie. This is where all the best colleges are. There is no need to go anywhere else.” What Joe didn’t seem to understand was that I’d had it with this town.

“Don’t get me wrong—it’s nothing against Boston, Dad,” I replied. But after living under my father’s thumb for four years, I was ready to be free.

I had an aching desire to be somewhere else, anywhere else. There was a longing in my heart to see the world. Most importantly, getting away from the iron grip of my dad had become my number one priority. I was going to be three thousand miles away from his rules and craziness. I loved my dad but, after so many years of feeling like his prisoner, I couldn’t wait to be on my own. Joe was a very good father and a good provider, though his parenting style left me feeling oppressed. My half sisters and I could count on him for anything. However, he was obstinately stubborn in his views. He ran his household as a dictator and our household as his reign. Joe was also very religious. He often reminded us how he had come to Christ very late in life and that he didn’t want his children to make the same mistakes he had made.

Joe was very inquisitive. “Who are you going out with? Will there be boys at this party? Are you all done with your homework?” Even though he already knew the answers to his questions he still had to put us through the ringer. He wouldn’t have even considered letting us go otherwise. That was also a part of the test. He always had so many questions and expected us to answer them in a timely manner, no matter how embarrassing the question was. He assumed any answer that didn’t come as fast as he wanted was a lie. Going away to college had always been a lifelong dream of mine. Finally, my plans had started to gain momentum. I had been dreaming of becoming a pharmacist ever since I was a child. I think it all started when I met my neighborhood pharmacist. My mother needed cough medicine to treat my sniffles. She had several to choose from but had no idea which one to give me. The pharmacist offered his help and answered all of her questions. His kindness, knowledge, and expertise blew my eight-year-old year mind. “Mom, tell me about the guy you were talking to at the pharmacy earlier,” I asked later after we got home.

“The pharmacist,” she replied with a chuckle, seeming amused. My mother, Joanna Tims, had the most beautiful smile and musical laugh I had ever seen and heard. Though it seemed out of place, I still enjoyed it.

“Yes.” I paused. “How do you become a pharmacist?” Her face turned serious before answering.

“Is that what you want to be when you grow up?” She stared at me with a side eye for a moment. My eyes remained fixated on her, impatiently awaiting her answer. “Well, baby, you have to be a very good student, which I know you already are, and study very hard.” She touched my nose with her index finger. I wiggled my nose unintentionally and she smiled. “If you apply yourself, nothing’s impossible sweet love,” she added, then kissed my cheeks. She seemed pleased. I couldn’t understand why at the time.

Getting a full scholarship pretty much sealed the deal, not only for me, but also for my father. Even though he hated the idea of me leaving, he wasn’t foolish enough to turn down a full ride. Finally, my plans for college felt like they were etched in stone. There was nothing my dad could do to mess it up for me. I spent my whole life trying to please my father. As a daughter, I wanted nothing more than to make him proud of me, and all I asked for in return was unconditional love. But Joe was the type of person who gave out praise only when he was at the controls.

I didn’t want to be acknowledged only for doing things his way all of the time. I wanted to be able to step out of his shadow and have the assurance that he would love and cheer me on no matter what. I was elated over the fact that for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was going to be living life on my own terms, thousands of miles away. I felt as if I was letting him down by not doing what he wanted. Then I reminded myself that I was going to be in charge of running my own life sooner or later. Now seemed as a good a time as any. I knew leaving home would be a great experience though sometimes the thought of being on my own was terrifying.

It was my first time leaving the comfort of home, the familiar, the predictable, and the dependable. I loved being part of this community. The people at church had very high regards for my half sisters and me, partly because of my dad. He used to boast how people at church always complimented him on bringing up great kids. Our names were never associated with any of the other hell-raisers in the church, according to him. The only good thing that came out of Joe’s tyranny was that I could spot the troublemakers a mile away. Part of me was looking forward to leaving it all behind. However, another part of me knew that I was going to miss it a lot.

As days went by, I noticed that focusing on planning my trip to California gave me a chance to take my mind off of what I was going to be missing and helped me gain a new perspective on everything I was going to gain by taking that big step. I wanted to rent a car and drive to San Lafae. That had always been a dream of mine. I’d often pictured myself driving on the highway, the wind blowing through my hair in a topless convertible. I think it was a scene from a movie or a TV show that sort of stuck with me. Joe flat out refused. He gave me two choices: “Either you fly there or stay here.” Worried I might lose it all together, I quickly complied. He was my father after all, and I really loved him. I knew that everything he had done had been out of love.

Joe drove me to BostonLoganInternationalAirport, a forty-minute ride, which he took full advantage of by imparting last-minute advice and wisdom. “Remember, Anna-Marie, birds of a feather.” He turned his head to glare at me to make sure he had my undivided attention. “If you hang with a bunch of doctors, people will automatically assume you’re a doctor even though you’re not.” He shook his head and raised his eyebrows.

“The opposite is also true. If you have a bunch of thieves for friends, people will also assume you’re also a thief. So be very careful when choosing your friends.” He turned his head from the road to glare at me. Then he mentioned something about how actions have consequences, one of his favorite sayings. I knew he would talk about that. Joe wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t heard before so I mostly nodded until he was done talking. Then, the next phrase he uttered took me completely by surprise. “Anna-Marie, I never thought you’d be going to school so far away from home.” Joe folded his lips, looking pensive.

“An opportunity presented itself, Dad. I didn't want to pass it up,” I responded, staring at the red car in the lane next to mine at the red light, not really understanding his comment.

“Are you sure this is what you really want?” He took his eyes from the road to stare at me for a while.

“Of course, Dad. It's a free ride for one of the best schools in the country. How could I say no to that?” I turned toward him, meeting his gaze. I couldn’t believe he was testing me at this late hour in the game. I won, dad. Get over it. You’ve oppressed me all of my life. Now I’m free, I thought to myself with a smirk dancing on the edge of my lips.

“I worry that I didn't do such a good job preparing you for all of this freedom. I sheltered you too much.” He pressed his eyebrows together. The highway seemed free and clear. I was delighted.

“I think you did okay, Dad. You did the best you could,” I fibbed. He was too heavy-handed as a father. Still, I didn’t want him to feel sad. I never liked being responsible for him feeling down. It always made me feel so guilty. No, Anna-Marie. Not this time. You need to let it go. You need to give yourself a chance, I kept telling myself. I was finally leaving him. That was the only thing that seemed to matter to me at that moment. I laid my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it.

“I realize now I should have given you more freedom just to see how you'd deal with it. I've been watching you too closely all these years.” Joe rubbed his hand across his forehead. I turned to stare at him thinking, You’ve been downright overbearing, Dad.

“I'll be okay, Dad. Try not to worry so much,” I chuckled. “It’s not your fault you love with a closed fist.” I held my breath waiting for his rebuke, then exhaled at his response.

“Wow, I never meant to love you like that. I was too unyielding. I’m sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe.” Joe sounded morose.

“I’m not complaining. It’s made me stronger. You did the best you could. It wasn’t fun but it served its purpose.” My voice cracked as I realized I wasn’t saying the right words. Joe squinted as if he’d been stabbed. I scrambled to find the right words to comfort him. “I love you, Dad.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. Okay, I’m going to shut up now. I felt so guilty.

At last, we arrived at the airport. I was running late, which was a good thing. My dad seemed like he had a lot more on his mind he wanted to share. He handed me a paper shopping bag. I immediately grimaced as I took it from him. I didn’t even bother to look inside. I had no time to waste. I already had a carry-on bag on wheels to drag behind me. And I hated carrying too much stuff in my hands. In addition, I had two suitcases to check in.

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Myrline Pierre Fils

Myrline Pierre Fils

Myrline Pierre Fils has always had a vivid imagination. It wasn’t until she was an adult that she understood how to use her talent to write compelling characters and intriguing plots. Now, she is excited to present her debut romance novel, Beloved Bone of My Bones: Rapturing Love. Pierre Fils received her bachelor’s degree in nursing from the University of Rhode Island. She now lives in Florida with her husband, her two sons, and her daughter.

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