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  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  MY BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

  First edition. September 9, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Alisha Cole.

  Written by Alisha Cole.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  My Beautiful Nightmare

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue | James

  Dedicated to my Haters.

  Without you I wouldn't pushed myself to prove you wrong.

  Special Thanks!

  To my family: My Mother Lisa Brooks for always supporting me in every choice I make.

  My fiancé Christopher Coggins for allowing me to follow my dreams and putting up with me along the way!

  My niece Buggy Elizabeth for staying up late at night reading everything as I wrote, making sure I don't sound to crazy. To two of my good friends who happen to be my favorite authors: Yolanda Olson for listening to me complain ALOT. For doing my formating, finding the perfect book cover and all of the other amazing things she has done. I wouldn't have made it without her help, and for that I can not express my feelings enough. Also for one of my best friends Heather Dahlgren for always being there every second of everyday, making sure I don't give up and give her thoughts on everything. I love you both from the bottom of my heart and you inspire me to reach for the stars.

  To another best friend and PA: Jamee Earlene Godwin I would literally die without you girl Thank you for all the pep talks, being supportive 100% and going above and beyond to help me with anything I need.

  To my Editor ( The Keeper Of Release Dates) Tessa Walters for fixing my mistakes and dealing with my constant messages from OCD. Thank you for making the story even better!

  Almost done..

  To My kick as street team and beta team, Thank you for reading and loving my book. Thank you for all the time and effort you put into promoting me. I seriously wouldn't thrive at all without you ladies!

  Last but not least. Thank you to you the readers for taking a chance on a new author. I really can not express how much it means to me. I hope you all love the story as much as I did writing it! Love your faces! ♡

  My Beautiful Nightmare

  Beautiful Nothing, Book 1

  Prologue

  This is it.

  The moment I have been waiting 18 years for. I finally got my acceptance letter for the college I have dreamed about forever and the music program I worked so hard to get into. I let out a squeal, then a deep breath, as I sneak back to my room. I quickly lock the door and hop on the bed, scared but excited to open it.

  I have never been good with patience so I rip it open, heart pounding in my chest. "Fuck Yes!" I chant to myself.

  I got in! Oh my god I got in! First thing I do is text my best friend Lindsay, she is going to shit a kid.

  Me: I GOT IN!!!

  Lindsay: NO FUCKING WAY!! !

  She calls me seconds after, gushing on how proud she is. I am so excited, I am going to be a real pianist. Now for the bad news, trying to explain to my mom. Her perfect plain Jane daughter will not be going off to law school in the fall and that is sure to cause problems.

  My mom has been up on a high horse ever since I can remember. She met my dad in law school, married, had me, and then things changed. I don't remember my dad since he left us when I was only three months old. From what my mom told me though they were in love and decided to start a family.

  Half way through her pregnancy he started getting cold feet, he dropped out of law school, and went onto building up his own company. He moved to California, on the other side of the world, and my guess is to get away from my mom. He loved music and makes and sells guitars, living his dream. I guess that's where my love of music comes from.

  Mom was heartbroken, but now she is heartless. She raised me on her own, the only help she had was from her father who is my favorite person in the world. Mom hated that I didn't want to be a lawyer, she punished me by not letting me join any music programs or sports.

  She would make me wear layers upon layers of clothes to hide my figure, no make-up allowed. I would cry and fight with her for days on all of it but she just kept her nose in the air and ignored my rants.

  The day my grandpa bought me my first grand piano was the worse fall out we ever had. He wanted me to pursue my dreams no matter what my mom thought. He paid a tutor for lessons and sat by watching every day. Mom would come home yelling at him to leave, that I was her daughter not his to raise. She would drag me by the hair to my room, and leave me without dinner some nights.

  As I got older she would push me harder in school by making me apply for stupid law programs and make me read the boring books.

  When I turned 17 my grandpa passed away, with him went all my hopes of becoming a pianist. The day after he died, my mom smashed my piano up to useless bits and pieces.

  I didn't get to play for a few months, which caused me to sink lower into a depressed state. Lindsay's dad saw how depressed I had become and went and bought me a brand new piano, telling me he would keep it there so I could play without my mom knowing. I was so overwhelmed by his gesture that I cried. You never know true kindness until someone is fighting for you to pursue your dreams.

  Today though, it's going to be bad. I can feel it in my bones. She has no idea that I have been playing, or that I applied for another college, especially a music school.

  The best part is that I won a scholarship from my school for being a top piano player, so I won’t need her money for school. I want her blessing, but I’m not holding my breath.

  Folding the letter, I tuck it into my back pocket.

  I make my way back to the living room, holding my breath the whole way. Mom will be getting home from work any minute. I think I will just come out and say it. At least that's what I keep telling myself. I sit down on the small sofa in the corner and just wait. Fifteen minutes later, I hear the front door open.

  Here goes nothing.

  "Hey mom how was your day?" I feel my body tense up and swallow my anxiety. "It was long and hard, why?” She gives me a dull look as she places her brief case on the entry way table, slipping her heels off. “I um, I just wanted to show you this." I pull out the letter slowly unfolding and go to stand next to her.

  She looks at it hard before the color drains from her face. Rage replaces the look in her uninterested eyes and it terrifies me to the point that I step back a few steps.

  "What the fuck is this Laney? No you are not going!" She spits as she tears my acceptance letter in half and drops it on the floor. "What were you thinking applying to such a shitty school? I can't believe you went behind my back and thought you could get away with this!" She rambles on screaming in my face.

  “I am going to follow my dreams mom, I don't want to be a lawyer. I am not going to waste my years in law school trying to follow in your footsteps. That isn't what I want, I am going and you’re not going to stop me this time. I'm an adult now, you have no say in the matter. I just want your blessing!" I raise my voice as I tell her.

  I don't see it coming as she raises her hand back, she smacks me so hard tears spring in my eyes. I knew this was going to be bad, but she hit me for the first time in a year leaving me stunned. I bend down and pick up the bits of shredded paper, and stalk ba
ck towards my room, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

  5 Years Later

  Chapter 1

  The Asshole

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" I scream rage radiating from my body.

  He doesn't answer.

  I am screaming at Jake, my boyfriend of five years. I came home from work early with a headache, to see him balls deep in the bitch next door.

  He is such an asshole that he doesn't even give a fuck that I am standing there screaming at him. He continues to drill into her just as he starts to slow his pace, he leans down and whispers something in her ear.

  The bitch giggles, I don't even know what to say to that. I just stand there in shock as he ignores me. I have so many emotions running through me that I can't just pick one anger, devastation, humiliation and pain. Instead of running out of there crying like any other woman would do, I held my tears back and walked to the end of the bed and sat down and waited for them to finish. Jake notices the shift in the bed where I sat down and stops moving and looks behind him.

  "Are you fucking kidding me Laney?" He laughs.

  "I am kind of busy here do you think you can let me finish first before we chat." He says still amused.

  He waits for me to snap back at him but I don't. I sit in complete silence staring at him with no emotion in my eyes. He jumps up off Ashley and asks her to go home saying he would text her when he was done talking to me.

  She grabs her clothes and slips her dress over her head. With a grin on her face she winks at me before she walks out the door to her apartment across the hall.

  That stung seeing a girl I have hated since I moved into this apartment three years ago, just wink at me after fucking my man. I could literally remove her eyes from her skull at this moment. I won't though, that would be expected.

  Jake gets up off the bed with his rock hard erection still glistening with her arousal and I can feel the vomit burning in my throat. I end up puking all over the white sheet on the bed, our bed. He starts to laugh so hard I feel like I am in a nightmare.

  I knew the first time I met him he was an asshole but after five years of being together I never thought he could do something this horrible to me. It's one thing to cheat on me, I knew he did. I just never walked in on it, never saw it with my own eyes.

  I met Jake at one of his concerts back in college five years ago. He was the lead singer of a band called Edge of Death. He was tall, lean, and muscular. He had the most incredible green eyes that when you looked at them it felt like you were staring into a field of fresh spring grass. Shaggy golden blonde hair that was a mess on top of his head.

  The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew I was going to be in his bed that night. After we had sex I got right up and got dressed and went to leave. I guess it surprised him because he asked where I was going. I told him that I knew he doesn't do relationships and that it was okay, that he didn't have to explain a one night stand to me and that I would just be on my way. That's when he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back on the bed with him.

  "Laney I think I might just like you, you get me," he said.

  I of course fell for his bullshit just like any girl who just slept with a rock star would. We started dating on and off throughout college. He was the misunderstood bad boy I knew that, I knew what I signed up for knowing he was a rock star.

  My friends would always call me stupid for staying, they would say I was out of his league that I could do better. I stand at 5' 5 but have a lean fit body, long legs and curves in all the right places. I have long blonde hair with jet black coloring underneath and black side swept bangs. Bright ocean blue eyes, round face with dimples and perfect white teeth. I was a 10 and I knew it. Being as beautiful as I was though, I always had that insecurity of not being good enough for anyone.

  Jake hitting the dresser breaks me from my thoughts.

  "Laney, why are you even still here?"

  "You just walked in on me fucking the neighbor in our bed and you are still here. What the fuck is there to even talk about?" He says angrily.

  Suddenly I am seeing red. How can he just stand there and treat me like I am nothing? How can he be angry with me? I can feel my veins raise as the angry boils in me and I snap.

  "Why the fuck am I still here Jake!!!?" I say fuming.

  "Why the fuck are you here, you piece of fucking shit!" I scream loud enough that I’m sure people two miles down the road could hear me.

  I watch him drop his mouth open in shock at my outburst. I am usually a very quiet person, I avoid confrontation with anyone and everyone. I always control how I feel and let it out when no one is around.

  When we would fight I would just walk away silent and eventually we would move past it. So standing up for myself for the first time in five years has his jaw on the floor.

  "Let me let you in on some information that you must not see, I fucking pay bills in this apartment!" He shouts at me.

  "I fucking paid for this bed!" I yell back, pointing to our king size bed.

  "What the fuck do you do Jake, huh? Oh, that's right, not a damn fucking thing!" I continue to scream at him.

  "Laney calm down the fucking neighbors can hear you." he says calmly.

  "You think I give a fuck?! I hope they hear about how much of a scumbag you really are, fucking every girl that glances at you!" Ashley! Really Jake the girl just turned 18, you sick fuck!"

  "I hope you have a friend to go live with because you are not fucking staying here, oh and I am pretty fucking sure that I just heard Ashley's dad just come up the steps, so unless you want me to go fill him, in I highly suggest that you get every single fucking thing you own and get the fuck out of MY apartment!" I say poking him in the chest.

  He makes his way pass me, with a jab of his shoulder into mine, that's when I run towards him at full speed filled with rage and tackle him to the ground. He is surprised by my attack and flips over on top of me holding my arms above my head.

  "Don't ever fucking touch me again you stupid little bitch!" He says with the same rage in his eyes.

  "Fuck you Jake, get your fucking hands off me!" I say as I spit in his face.

  The rage and twisted look in his dark eyes, and his head connecting with mine with a loud crack, is the last thing I remember before everything went black.

  I wake up a few minutes later, dizzy with a sick feeling in my stomach. I can't focus my eyes so I reach up to rub my them but I can't, I am restrained.

  "You really thought I cared about you, didn't you?" he asks with a hostile grin.

  I open my eyes again and they start to focus. Jake is sitting across from me with a disgusted look on his face. I realized I am restrained to the bed that he previously fucked Ashley on and the rage comes back. I look down and see that I am completely naked. When my eyes meet his, his smile becomes even wider.

  "You didn't think I would leave without having you one last time did you?"

  I feel sick. He head butted me and then raped me. The man I have been with for years did this to me. I can't respond to him, I can't move or breathe. I finally break and let the first tear slowly roll down my cheek.

  He finally got what he wanted. He wanted to break me down to nothing and watch every emotion spill out of me. He gets up from the chair and makes his way towards me. He stops at the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers as he stares at me with the look of lust in his eyes. He slowly removes his boxers with an evil smile and I see that his cock is fully erect.

  The sick son of a bitch is hard from putting me through pain. I start to cry harder and tell him no, that he will go to jail for this. I start screaming and he jumps on the bed with a pair of his balled up socks and shoves them in my mouth.

  He climbs off the bed and walks over to the end table with my radio on it and turns it on. He then turns back to me and slowly climbs up my body. Pain by Three Days Grace comes over the speakers loud enough to drown out my muffled cries as he forces himself inside of me.

  "Perfect,” he says, as
he continues to pound in and out of me.

  I slowly lose consciousness again.

  When I wake up this time I am sore all over. I am scared to open my eyes, the thought of seeing his face has me shaking in fear. I try to move and it hurts. I notice that I was no longer restrained to the bed. I open my eyes instantly and I am alone.

  I slowly look myself over and notice bruises up and down my arms. Red and purple bruising rings around my wrists. I look down at my legs there is scratch and bite marks on my inner thighs with dried up blood. I let out a loud sob as I sit up and slide my legs off the edge of the bed.

  The same song is still playing quietly on repeat and I reach over to turn it off. I am steady letting my tears flow. I feel sick, my body feels heavy and my throat is raw. Just as I pull my hand back from the radio I notice a letter in an envelope with my name on it. As I shakily grab a hold of the letter I rip it open it reads.

  My Dearest Laney,

  I hope you enjoyed our nights together.

  Yes I said nights, you have been unconscious for three days, courtesy of a friend called Roofie. Anyway I am sure you are ready to run to your friends and the police by now. I think you might change your mind though.

  During those magical days, I may have let a few friends join in on the fun.

  Yes you did hear me correctly, the six of us had you every which way you can imagine, I actually thought you were going to die a few times. Does that tight little ass of yours still feel sore? We all had to try it just once or it wouldn't have been fair. So I know you're really feeling vengeful right about now, but there really is no use babe. I have a video of us all taking it from you like the little bitch that you are and I may have taken some pictures for the road. But wait... there's more! If you even come close to a police station I will make sure that every single video and picture makes its way to every porn site... every single person you know... oh and did I mention I have a few friends here that work with the police. Damn I was gonna leave that part out. But now that you know, I guess you know what can and will happen to you and anything you say or do can and will be held against you. Ha-ha get it. Until we meet again.