Fall For Me

Fall For Me

By

Alexis Noelle

Copyright

Copyright © 2015 Ashley Piscitelli

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to my husband, Anthony. He has stuck by me through thick and thin. I love you! I would also like to thank my best friends. Thank you girls for listening to me talk on and on about this and giving me feedback.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank all of my friends and family who helped me with this book. I couldn’t have done it without any of you. “Playing With Fire” started one night a year ago from a dream I kept having.

Thank you to my friends who read the book and gave me the feedback that I needed to hear. Thank you for always encouraging me and believing in me.

I would also like to thank the bloggers who read and gave me advice on the book. I really needed to hear what you said, even if I didn’t like it at times.

Thank you to my brother-in-law and future doctor, Michael Piscitelli. I know many of my hypothetical medical questions and injuries were a pain, but I appreciate all the help you gave me.

Thank you to my wifey Rachael Duncan or all her help! I couldn’t have done it without you!

Lastly, I want to thank anyone who read this book. I am an avid reader myself so I know how much word of mouth helps.

Prologue

November 23rd 1996

When was Mommy getting home? She went out to get me my princess cake when we woke up. Now the sun is going down. Daddy sent me to my room a long time ago. I’m hungry. Daddy said not to go downstairs, but I’m hungry.

I walk downstairs and Daddy is sitting in the living room. He is drinking the stuff that make his breath smell really bad. “Daddy, I’m hungry.”

He doesn’t even look at me. “I don’t care.”

Why doesn’t he care? Should I ask him when Mommy is getting home? I just want my Mommy. She will get me something to eat. “When is Mommy getting home?”

This time he looked at me. He seemed so mad. “She’s never coming home again and it’s all your fault. She’s dead because of you.” How is she dead? She just went to the store to get me a cake. Why was she never coming home? What did I do? “Get out, Madison!”

I run into the kitchen, hide under the table and cry. I want my mommy. When she comes home, she will make it all better. She will get me dinner and we will eat my princess cake together.

Chapter One

Madison

It is the first day of my first semester in college and I am a bundle of nerves. I’ve already been on campus for a week, since I applied for early arrival. Thank God they let me do that because if not, I don’t know where I would have gone.

My mother died when I was four and my father became an alcoholic. The state took me from him when I was seven and I’ve been in six different foster homes since. The last one I was at was by far the best, but only because my foster father paid me no attention. I liked it better that way. I was never popular in school because I was always moving and everyone seemed to know my background.

It sucked being the outcast, the girl who never had a family. I don’t remember much from before my mother died. Sometimes I have flashbacks of what life used to be like with my dad, but those were not things I wanted to remember.

The only person I had in my life right now was my boyfriend, Chris. We met when I started my new high school junior year and had been together ever since. He decided to go to Duke University, which was the main reason I chose this school. That and I’d received a scholarship here. Keeping my grades up when I was moving all the time was hard, but I was determined to get where I am now.

Chris was one of the hottest guys in our high school and I couldn’t believe he’d wanted to date me, and neither could half the female population in the school. He was at least a foot taller than me and had the kind of hair that was styled to preppy perfection. His eyes were a dark chestnut brown and he dressed like a Hollister model.

Out of the five classes I was enrolled in, we had one together. He was a business major and I decided to major in psychology. I wanted to either be a social worker, or work with kids in some other aspect. I felt like if someone had really cared about me, maybe my life would have been different. Maybe I would have been different. If I could make a difference in one child’s life, then maybe I’d save them from becoming like me.

I looked around. I was completely lost and I was already running late for my first class. I took my schedule out of my purse to look at the building name again and, the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, lying on top of some guy.

Wait! What? What the hell just happened?! I looked up at the brick wall I’d landed on and forgot how to breathe for a minute. Staring back at me were the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, not to mention that he was gorgeous. He was just looking at me, giving me a sexy smile. He was wearing a USC shirt, which I found funny because that wasn’t the school we were at. He was smiling at me and that was when I saw the dimples. I personally think it’s unfair that a guy could be this good looking.

“Hey, nice running into you,” the Greek god said.

Damn, his voice was just as sexy as the rest of him. I’d never met someone who made my insides clench from just a look and a short sentence. That was when I realized I was still lying on top of him, and I hadn’t even said a word. Oh my god, he was going to think I was some crazy person!

I scrambled off of him and stood up, trying to straighten my sundress. I looked down at the ground. My purse, books, everything else were now scattered all over the sidewalk. This was just wonderful. I started to pick up all the discarded items and looked up to notice the Greek god still staring at me.

I know I probably looked ridiculous, but what was he staring at? He smiled and then bent down to help me pick up the rest of my stuff. I took this opportunity to really look at him. He had dark brown hair, just long enough to run your fingers through. He had to be about six feet tall and had a body that Hercules himself would be jealous of. He handed me my stuff and I gave him a smile.

I started to walk away when he yelled, “You know Branson Hall is this way, right?” When I turned around, he was pointing behind him. How did he know what building I was going to? “Are you okay? Do you need the special services building?”

Special services? Oh my god, he thinks I am disabled? Well, considering I’d been with him for five minutes not saying a word and just staring like an idiot, what did I expect? “I don’t need special services, but I was trying to find Branson Hall. How did you know that?” There, I actually spoke. It was a miracle I could, at this point.