Shhh... Gianna's SideBy: M. Robinson
Shhh… Gianna’s Side is an Adult Erotic Thriller, which contains dark elements that include kidnapping, rape, and both physical and mental abuse. Please take that into consideration before reading. If this isn’t a problem, then welcome and enjoy the ride.
Friend: A person attached to another person by feelings of affection or personal regard. A person who gives assistance, a supporter, faithful companion, and keeper of secrets. Someone with whom you can laugh or cry, share your hopes and dreams. Someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway. 
Best friend: Someone who you can trust with your life who has seen the best and worst of you and will be there whenever you need someone to talk to. There is a balance in friendship between give and take. You feel so in sync with them that you can comfortably share your innermost feelings and thoughts.
Sister: A person who’s been where you’ve been. Someone you can call when things aren’t right. More than just family. A sister is a friend for life.
Broken: Having been fractured or damaged and no longer in working order. Having given up all hope, despairing. Dictionary.com
How do you go from one extreme to another? How do you feel like part of you is missing and you have no idea where to find it? How do you lose your whole life, everything you thought you had, you thought you knew, you thought would happen…how does it all go away as quickly as the wind blows? The secrets, the plans, the dreams, I can’t even tell them apart anymore. They all melt together, forming one big cluster of nothing. Which is exactly what I am…I am nothing but a damaged person. I have been since day one.
People can be whatever you want them to be. I am the perfect example of that. On the inside, everything is wrong, all of it is misplaced, and nothing holds secure. I was never pretty enough, I was never good enough, I was never smart enough, I was just never enough. They needed flawlessness and excellence, and on the outside, I portrayed it to a T. But on the inside, I was dying. Damaged goods. At least when you buy something broken you can return it, but what do you do when that’s not an option? When you have no choice but to wake up every morning with a smile on your face because that’s what people expect. Your family, your social circle, and your best friend–someone you call your sister. McKenzie thought she knew me, everyone did. I told you I played the part perfectly, hour after hour, day after day, year after year.
I am Gianna Edwards.
But the truth is…
I have no idea who I am.
“Excuse me…” I gasped at the guy standing in front of me at the bar.
I had to blink several times because the man before me looked identical to Mr. Nichols. Was my mind playing tricks on me? It couldn’t have been him, he had been in jail for seven years. Did he get out? Did he come for me? No, he couldn’t have come for me, he was still in prison. This man just looked like him; it was always the same, they all looked like him. It didn’t matter, but that’s what my eyes would always see.
It was the price I had to pay.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last few seconds. Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Sorry, what did you need?”
“Well, your name for starters.”
I downed my drink trying to calm my nerves. “G,” I answered mid swallow.
“That’s an interesting name. Is it short for something?” he interrogated.
I laughed. “Yeah…it’s short for mind your own damn business.”
“You’re feisty. Anyone ever tell you what you should do with that mouth?”
“All the time.” I snickered.
He grinned. “I’m Nick,” he introduced himself, sticking out his hand.
I looked at it and raised my eyebrow. “Of course it is,” I stated, laughing at the situation and myself.
“Don’t worry about it,” I quickly rebutted. “So, Nick,” I said, accenting his name. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence?”
He curved his lip. “I actually wanted to buy you a drink, maybe talk to you a bit. Get to know you. You know, the typical guy meets girl conversation among two consenting adults.” He reached his hand further and he placed it on my thigh.