"Keep your little tongue still," he began ominously, his eyes had darkened like the nightsky, "or I will put it to better use." His warning sent chills all over my body. He was hurting me; the wall against which he had my hands pressed had a sharp popcorn like texture, and it felt like my skin was being stabbed by thousands of nails at once. Not only that, I could feel the pressure of his huge muscular body against mine trying to obstruct my breathing, and his knee was also lightly pushing into my thigh as he kept me in place. But despite all the pain and the helplessness of not being able to move out of his tight clutch, not a single gasp or cry escaped my mouth. "Seems like this is the only way girls like you learn to shut their mouths up," he growled near my ear. And maybe he was right because I wanted him to keep hurting me until I could feel absolutely nothing. ******** This is the story about an awkward teenager who faces bullying, abuse from her parents, and fights her inner demons all while having an obsessive crush. Warning: May contain some distressing themes that could be triggering. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book or any portion there of may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"How drunk were you last night" she asks "Not drunk enough to forget" I say awkwardly "That makes two of us" she grins sitting up. "So...not drunk enough to forget. You weren't drunk enough to be totally out of control then? I must be doing pretty good" she normally flirted with me, it was our kind of friendship, but never like this. "So, how straight are you?"

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.