I could never remember the first time it started. The first slap. The first kick. Later after Ryan had done it, he would lay there holding me, tears in his eyes, telling me he was sorry. And I believed him every time. When he did it, I would sit there waiting, and part of me knew that it would be okay because he would hold me in the end. He would tell me he was so sorry and he would never do it again. I believed him. He would then lose his next game, and he took his frustration out on me all over again. I thought I was being strong, but really I was being weak. It took moving away from Durham to finally find my voice.
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Basketball is Not Life
Chick-LitRenee Renner has left Durham, North Carolina, to get away from basketball, but she is thrown for a surprise when she finds out her new roommate is none other than Parker Baer, Michigan-States All American Basketball player. She clashes heads with hi...
