Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
He raises his brows. “You shouldn’t be paying that much attention to those girls. Don’t you ever be like one of them.”
“Why, isn’t that the kind of girls you all want?”
He walks forward and leans down, looking me right in the eye. “No, it isn’t. Those girls are the ones the men take because they’re easy and they’re cheap. They hang around the club to be used. You’re not going to be one of those. You aim to be like an old lady, respected and treated proper. Like your momma.”
“I hate that you call them old ladies. It sounds ... icky.”
He chuckles and stands up straight. “It’s a privilege to be someone’s old lady.”
“I know, but I just don’t like how it sounds.”
“Well, you don’t need to worry about it because you’re never going to date anyway.”
I laugh. “Are you going to stop me?”
He nods. “Fuck yes I am. Now, go and get changed for the party. And don’t drink anything unless you open it yourself. Understand?”
“Mom said I have to go inside at seven anyway. That sucks because I want to hang out with you guys.”
“Listen to her. She’s your mom and she knows what’s best. You don’t want to be hanging around a bunch of drunk teenagers.”
“I do, it looks like it’ll be fun. Plus, Karen is going to be there, and I like her.”
“You’re goin’ in at seven,” he tells me, his voice stern. “Now go and get dressed.”
“You’re no fun since you turned eighteen.”
He laughs as I stomp out of the room.
“See you at the party!”
I smile as I walk out.
I like Alarick.
A lot.
“UGH, LOOK AT THE BRAT. Why is she even here?”
I try to ignore Sissy as I walk past and head toward Karen who is sitting with another friend of hers, Janae. They’re talking and giggling about something, and as soon as I approach, Karen smiles. She’s always welcoming. Even though I’m younger than her, she never makes me feel like I’m in her way. Like I’m some sort of annoying little sister type.
“How are you, Bri?” she asks when I sit down on the chair beside her, glaring at Sissy who is giggling with her friends and pointing to me.
“Why does she hate me so much?” I ask, huffing and crossing my arms. “I’ve never even done anything to her.”
“Because she’s spoiled and stuck up and she needs someone to bring her down a few steps so she’ll stop walking around like she owns the world,” Janae says, glaring at Sissy.
“That’s better than I could have put it.” Karen laughs. “Don’t let her get to you, chickie. She’s a bitch.”
“She goes out of her way to tease me. She never even tried to like me.”
Karen puts her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small hug. I glance over at Alarick who is talking to a gorgeous girl named Abbie. All the guys like her, because she has these super big boobs and a bouncy butt. That’s the only way I can think of to describe her. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I wish I looked more like her. Instead, I have this weird blond hair and eyes that are way too big for my face. They’re not even a nice color, they’re like this weird blue. I have stupid freckles on my nose, and I don’t have boobs.
Not yet, anyway.
I wish they’d hurry up.
“Time for you to go inside, honey,” Mom says, walking over to me, looking perfect in her black dress with her hair tied up in fancy twirls on her head. “It’s getting a bit too full-on out here.”
“Okay,” I sigh, standing. “Can I watch TV a while?”
“Of course, just stay away from the party, okay? I’ll come up and check on you soon.”
I say goodbye to Karen and Janae and walk toward the front door of the house. I’m about to step in when Sissy calls out, “Have an incredible sleep, brat.”
I don’t look at her, I just keep walking inside and up to my room.
I have a shower and wash my hair, taking my time before getting into my nightgown, rushing to my bed, and launching in. I don’t bother to turn the light on because the television will be on in a moment. I don’t realize until I’ve thrown myself under the covers, that something isn’t right. For a moment, I lie there, half under, wondering if I’m imagining things. When I move, just a touch, I realize I’m not. There is something cold, and foamy, and really, really smelly in my bed.
I move, groaning at the yucky feeling all over my body, and I turn on my lamp.
I look down and under my covers is loads and loads of shaving cream. So much of it, I don’t know how I didn’t smell it when I came into the room. I look down at myself and I’m covered in it, big blobs of white foam sticking to my body and my hair. Tears burn under my eyelids because I know who did this. I let a tear slip, and then another one, and then I get angry.