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Underestimated (Underestimated #1)
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Morgan starts her life in a bad situation, she doesn’t really know what she wants out of life. She’s never had anyone to look up to or help guide her in the right direction. She had it rough and never dreamed that it could get worse. However, she finds that it can and it does.
She learns what real hell is when she meets the husband that she doesn’t want to marry but isn’t given a choice.
Can she escape? She can and does, only to wake up and find herself right back at square one.
Warning! This is not your everyday fall in love romance. This book contains disturbing situations, strong language, graphic, sexual content – some forced, some not. If it’s a happily ever after love story that you are looking for, you should probably move on. If you are up for the ride, stick around and it may just turn into a love story after all.
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By noon, the coffee shop had cleared out, and I found myself bored. I was anxious to get started with the much needed organization of the store but decided to wait until Monday to tackle it. Customers were still coming in, and I was busier than any previous day.
Lauren and I went to a much bigger town and shopped. I realized going from store to store that I had never, in my life, shopped for myself. When I was growing up, I wore hand-me-downs and things from the local church or Salvation Army. After Drew and I married, my shopping was done for me, and I never got to pick anything out for myself.
I felt extremely joyful when I picked out new socks. I’d spent the last six years in pantyhose or thigh high stockings. I wasn’t allowed to wear socks. They weren’t attractive enough. I was even excited about the cute little cotton panties. If I were allowed to wear panties with Drew they had to be sexy, lacy thongs that I hated.
I stood in front of the rack with my hand on the underwear with tiny pink flowers as my mind once again drifted back in time.
Thank God, Lauren pulled my thoughts away rather quickly when she noticed I was off in another land again.
“Maybe if you talk about it, it might help,” she offered, touching my hand and bringing me back to the present.
I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m fine,” I lied to her and myself.
“I’m going to carry my bags in and I will be over with some beer,” Lauren said, once we were in my driveway.
As I took the tags from my five new outfits, I ran my hand across the leather of my new hiking boots. I thought they would support my ankles better when I climbed down the rocky terrain to the beach. I would have rather it been a flip-flop kind of beach, but it wasn’t, and I was starting to like it just fine the way it was. I sat on my rock and watched the waves crash against the rocks for at least an hour every evening. My new friend, John, was often there, and he and his dog always stopped to visit.
Lauren and I sat out on my deck and listened to country music and drank a six pack of beer.
“Levi asked me for your number,” Lauren said, propping her feet up to the adjacent chair.
“Don’t you dare,” I scolded.
“Don’t you want to start dating? I mean you have to be getting frustrated by now.”
“I am not the least bit frustrated,” I lied, but didn’t truly know that I was lying until that moment. Maybe that would help, maybe I did need some relief, but I didn’t need Levi or any other man to take care of it. I was perfectly capable of it myself.
“How long were you married,” she nosily continued.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Six years.”
“Wow. What did you do, get married when you were eighteen?”
I didn’t have to answer that question or any others. Her cell phone rang: it was Joel telling her he was at her house, wanting to know where she was.
“Got to go, duty calls,” she joked.
I sat on the deck and stared off into the moonlit ocean. I dumped my warm beer over the side railing and heated a nice cup of Starlight’s relaxing tea instead. I wrapped myself up in a fuzzy blanket and listened to the waves as they collided with the boulders below. This along with my tea was just what I needed to unwind. It didn’t last long when my mind reflected on Lauren’s comment about getting married when I was eighteen.
Drew was there to claim me on my eighteenth birthday. I thought about the weeks before my birthday, and how much the anticipation burned my soul. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing that night as I lay in my thin walled bedroom and listened to the nice looking man who offered my father twenty-five thousand dollars to marry me.
I didn’t even know who he was. I saw him once. He came to our worn out school and did a seminar after donating five thousand dollars. I remembered sitting right in front of him and listening to him talk about success and getting out of our situations and how valuable our educations were for our future. I admired him.
I shook my head at how infatuated I was with him that day. He was so cute and dressed like nothing I’d ever seen before. He actually inspired me. I no longer wanted to stay in that poverty stricken town. I wanted out. I wanted to wear fancy clothes and drive expensive cars.
He sat beside me on the bottom bleacher once the gym had cleared out. I was in no hurry to go home and often hung around the school to keep from it.