All Chapters of Raven Steel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AUGUST   It happened every Tuesday.It was her tenth session with her psychotherapist-

SEPTEMBER (PRESENT)   "We love Raven!” “We love Raven!!”

"Drive!"  "Are you alright miss?"  "Drive the freaking car France! I do the talking here!" She snapped and the limo began to move. Gulping down some alcohol, her mind traveled to Carter.

FEBRUARY  She woke up scared—heart pounding in its cage. Her breath came in struggled gasps and every muscle ached in her taut body. It was evident she had a hangover. Mouth drier than the desert—Raven could feel a wave of nausea threatening to drown her. Her blurry vision became clearer as she rubbed her burning eyes. 

You scared the hell out of me Tess!" Raven exclaimed—striding over to her bed. "Something isn't right with you. There's something different about you—I just can't seem to place my finger on it." Tessa looked closely at her little sister.  She wasn't the same sweet girl, wasn't bashful—her posture

The sound of the alarm awakened her from her slumber. Raven shot up from the bed. Sweat trickling down her face. It was another nightmare. Her heart pounded in its cage—she was sure the muscle would stop working at any moment. The creased sheet bore evidence to another restless night and the beauty could swear she felt someone watching her throughout the night.  The same feeling reality fed to her. There was that thought. The one regarding her stalker. There was that word. It scared her more than she would admit. But there was no way her stalker was present in her current dimension

*Raven's pov*   Pain is inevitable. What is worse than pain? Feeling it twice—that feeling when a train crushes you on its rail—I felt worse. My body became stiff, my stomach felt heavy —still in total shock. I failed my only mission and what I wanted was to die at that moment

PRESENT     

Two Fred free-days down, a day to his funeral.Raven sighed and tossed the magazine she hadn’t really been reading onto the coffee table. It was a painful reality, really, how out of sorts she was without Fred across the hall.The house wasn’t as big as the mansion-even at that, it felt empty.She was reliving the pain she felt when he died initially—it felt worse this time. The cameras weren’t around to distract her. Louisiana hadn’t said a word to her after the in

"Our father in heaven, we thank you that, through Jesus Christ, you have given us the gift of eternal life, keep us firm in the faith, that nothing can separate us from your love. When we lose someone who is dear to us..." Her mind—drifting from the priest's prayer. Every memory played like a song in her head, repeating itself for what seemed like forever. She had lost a big part of herself. She wanted it so bad, as though her very life depended on it, but it was all gone, vanished into thin air.