Tethered (J + P series)

             

 

 

 

 

 

Tethered

 

Book One of the J+P series

 

by: D.A. Roach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2013

D.A. Roach

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, distributed, stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, without express permission of the author, except a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes.

 

Special thanks to all of those who encouraged me to write again after reading my first published work.

 

I dedicate the book to my husband, who is my real life Jared. 

Special thanks to my editors for putting up with my mistakes.

 

Cover art courtesy of fotolia.com

 

Edited by: B. Galles, M. Galles, and L. Peil

 

 

 

 

 

If you, or someone you know is injuring yourself or cutting, please recognize this as a cry for help.  Please consider talking to a professional to uncover what is behind the self-harm.  Counseling with or without medication can be beneficial and help heal those emotional wounds and teach you to cope with stressful situations.  You are not alone.

 

 

www.lifesigns.org.uk
a great website on Self Injury Guidance

Below is some information from LifeSIGNS website.:

 

Short Definition of self-injury

Self-injury is a coping mechanism. An individual harms their physical self to deal with emotional pain, or to break feelings of numbness by arousing sensation

 

Long Definition of self-injury

Self-injury is any deliberate, non suicidal behaviour that inflicts physical harm on your body and is aimed at relieving emotional distress. Physical pain is often easier to deal with than emotional pain, because it causes 'real' feelings. Injuries can prove to an individual that their emotional pain is real and valid. Self-injurious behaviour may calm or awaken a person. Yet self-injury only provides temporary relief, it does not deal with the underlying issues. Self-injury can become a natural response to the stresses of day to day life and can escalate in frequency and severity.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

September

 

College was an interesting ecosystem of its own.  You could exist on campus without a car.  There were many dorms to pick from in which to live,  and all included a dining hall.  There was a library, a few convenience stores, pizza places, McDonald's, and a Subway.  Our college was fairly large – 30,000 students at the least.  A large student population was one of my prerequisites for picking a college, the other was that it needed to be out of state.  I wanted my chance to start anew, make new friends, a new reputation – I needed to be far away from the people I grew up with for the past 18 years.  I was tired of hearing them go on and on about how they loved high school, because frankly, I didn't.  And don't get me started on middle school.  I think the only reason high school was slightly better than middle school was because there were some kids from other areas attending it.  Here, in this different state, with a student body so large – I could disappear, I could shine, or I could reinvent myself. 

 

Growing up I had always managed to make and keep one really close friend.  That's all I needed.  I could fade in and out of any clique but I never wanted to be a part of any of them.  Here at college we were all like lost souls, dropped off by our parents, alone, and a bit scared.  You couldn't help but bond with the people you were living with.  They became your family.  You ate together, studied together, cried together, partied together, and lived together.  Yeah, the dorm rooms were tiny and very unattractive, the walls were just begging for posters to adorn them.  It was here at the dorm that I made not one new friend, but rather found my new family, 13 of the most unlikely friends.  I could not believe that I would find so many people in one space to befriend.  They were so different from one another, but they were the perfect balance of personalities.  Maybe we were just desperate and scared so we saw the good in each other.  Maybe it was luck
.
Nonethe
less, it was the most friends I had ever had at any one moment in my life.

 

The first friend I met ended up being my best friend.  Jen was my girl.  She lived right across the hall from me and we first met when I moved in. My parents had already said their goodbyes and left, leaving me to unpacking and decorating.  After an hour or so, I heard
my across-the-hall neighbor
and her family talking about checking out the dining hall
.  M
y stomach grumbled upon hearing that. 
She
peeked in my room.
  “Hi, I’m Jen, your new neighbor.  Wanna’ come eat with us?”

 

“Um, Hi.  I
’m Perry
and I'm starved!  I would love to eat w
ith you, just let me find my dining pass
” I replied.  I began looking through my folders
, but everything was so disorganized
.  Where the heck was it?!   “Umm, why don't you go on down and I will meet you there.” I suggested. The panic I felt apparently did not go unnoticed.

 

“It's OK, can we help you find something?” Jen's older sister asked. 

 

“My dining pass.”  Jen's sister
appeared
next to me looking at the papers on my desk
.

 

“Here it is.” she stated with a smile.  Relief.  I would not have to eat McDonald's or Cheezits the rest of my college career. 

 

At dinner, I learned that Jen must have had the same idea about college as me.  She told me it was her chance to start over, to be different from the shy girl who struggled with friends growing up.  Here she wanted to “shine like a star”.  She was funny and charismatic; it was hard to picture her as shy.  She seemed like she could sit down with a bunch of strangers, find something in common with all of them, and have them all laughing their heads off by the end of it. 

 

The first month I spent most of my time figuring out how to navigate campus, get to classes on time, and bonding with Jen.  By the end of our first month, Jen began to branch out and meet some of the other girls on our floor.  Thankfully she was outgoing enough to draw them toward her, and then I would get to meet them and befriend them just by hanging out with Jen.  I wasn't bonding with my roommate too well.  She seemed to gravitate toward boys and was only interested in dating and partying.

 

 

October

 

“Are we on the list for Friday?”  Jen asked Lauren.

 

Lauren would wander in and out of our circle of friends.  She was cool with everyone but she also was pledging a sorority and hung with her friends in there.  She always included us on the party lists and she was genuine and nice to everyone.   

 

“I don't know, I am meeting Mason tonight to study for Organic Chemistry, I'll make sure he puts us on.  How many are going with us?” she asked.  “You know they prefer more girls than guys at their parties.”  Lauren was a natural beauty which made her popular with the boys.  She and Mason met in their Chemistry class at the first of the year.  Apparently, they had a chemistry between each other brewing because from that first day, his world revolved around her.   Lauren was more casual about their relationship and just enjoyed the fun ways Mason tried to woo her.  They made a cute couple.   We liked Mason because he was our connection to frat parties.  Without Mason listing us as guests on the house's party list, we would be destined to watch whatever lame movies were airing at the Union for our Friday night fun.

 

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 4:30PM.  I needed to get my laundry from the machines before dinner.  “Hey Mags, are you and Lauren going down for dinner soon?”  I asked.  Maggie and Lauren were friends from back home and roommates. 

 

“Yeah, we were going to meet Jen down there at 5:15PM, want us to wait for you?” Mags replied.

 

“Yeah, I need to get my laundry but I will come back here when I am done.  Thanks.  See ya'.”  I wondered if Maggie and Lauren's friendship would survive rooming with each other.  I had heard of many friendships being torn apart from rooming with a close friend.  It seemed better to get a stranger for a roommate and keep your best-friend separate so you could complain to them about how sucky your roommate was.  Maggie was cute and sweet; I doubt it was even possible for her to piss anyone off, so maybe they would last.

 

I stopped at my room and crept in to grab my laundry basket.  My roommate's name was Gabby.  She was the poster child for the phrase “Up all night and sleep all day”.  The room was pitch black (thanks to the blackout shades) and I was trying to be careful not to wake her.  Gabby was pursuing the same degree as me, but I was pretty sure she was not going to succeed.  She rarely slept in our room.  She would leave around dinner time and return around 11AM the next day, crawl in her bed, and say “Goodnight” to me.  I am not sure I ever even saw her attend class.  Despite that, Gabby was a great roommate.  She did her own thing, was rarely home, was respectful of my things, and was fairly neat and clean.  What she chose to do in her free time was her own business.

 

I grabbed the bin and took the stairs two at a time.  I wandered through the basement halls to the laundry room.  It was not very big and the machines would fill up at nighttime.  I took my load out and headed back upstairs to fold.  Jen knocked on the door, and I exited the room
to chat, careful
not to wake Gabby.

“Dude, is she sleeping again?!  I can NOT believe it.  You should go dump a big bucket of water on her!” she giggled.  My partner in crime, always plotting.  “Listen, I met these two guys today and they live on the guys' side of the dorm.  They are cute and smart.  Wanna' ask them if they can tutor us in something?”

 

“Aww come on Jen!  I'd be happy to go with you, but I don't need to be tutored, and I can't fake being ignorant.” I said.

 

“Good enough.  If I see them in the dining hall I will see if we can come to their room tonight.”

 

I wasn't feeling up to flirting.  BUT I said I wanted to start anew.  Why not dunk my feet in the water?  I told Jen I needed five more minutes then we could grab Mags and Lauren for dinner.

 

In the dining hall Jen winked at me and said “Gotta' go talk to someone!”  Oh boy, she would be the death of me.  There is no way she was shy in high school.  Big. Fat. Liar.  She walked over to this table of guys.  The two she spoke with were cute, not drop dead gorgeous, but easy on the eyes.  One had brown hair and brown eyes, the other had blond hair and blue eyes.  They were both wearing soccer clothes and their physiques indicated some time running drills on a field.  I guess I should be bold and brave and give them a try.

 

She returned to our table with a huge grin on her face. “We are on for a tutoring session at 7:00PM.”  I looked over at the table where the boys sat and caught the eyes of the brown haired guy.  My cheeks flushed and I looked down immediately.  Oh man, Jen, Jen, Jen.

 

I ate my dinner and ignored the boys and almost told Jen she would have to go it alone for the tutoring session.  She tapped my shoe with hers to get my attention (apparently she could now read my thoughts) and reassured me it would be fun.

 

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