Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
By the time I was sent on my third deployment my only mission was to get the fuck back home. Funny enough I usually chose to take the most dangerous missions. I thrived on that shit. I won commendations and medals, none of which I was there for, but made for a good story when sitting around a camp fire with like minded people.
I lived in a world where only those who’d seen what I saw and done what I’d done could understand. I went in a wide-eyed youth and came out a tough as nails asshole who knew that life wasn’t cherry pie and moonbeams. Still, I loved life and made it a point to get the most out of that shit. But I drew the line at the off colored shit that some of my neighbors were into. Like fucking around with the wrong pussy.
So there I was, planning out the rest of my life and thanking fuck that I was relatively sane and still had all my limbs. Things were running smoothly and the future was looking bright. I had dreams and shit, things I wanted to do once I got the business in the right place. Things like a wife and kids, and a place to call home.
At twenty-seven I was at the precipice, though the pickings were slim in my neck of the woods, there were one or two women I might’ve gave a shot. That was before my shit got derailed and my life went down the shitter. Twenty-seven years of keeping my nose clean and building a rep as a stand up guy, and it had taken one little lie to blacken my name and my whole fucking life for good.
I don’t even clearly remember how I first met Mallory. She was a friend of someone’s sister or some fuck. How should I know? I didn’t make it a habit of hanging out with teenage girls. I didn’t even like those shits when I myself was that age. I always found them annoying as fuck. Especially the ones who got life goals from the shit they saw on TV.
The first time was at a BBQ I think. I do remember checking out her ass from behind until she turned around and I realized how young she was and that was it for me. I sipped my beer and looked elsewhere for entertainment. I don’t know how she got hooked into me since I never approached her, but somehow I came to her attention.
She might’ve gotten into the punch or wine coolers or some shit because not an hour after I first noticed her she’d made her way over to me. I’d been sitting off to the side checking my phone for texts. My cousin was supposed to call with the news that we’d finally got the place we had our eyes on so that’s where my head was.
I’d saved up my money over the years and had listened to mom and dad and made some investments so I was doing okay. I was nowhere near where I wanted to be, but I was well on my way. I was feeling pretty good about myself truth be known. I could’ve gone a lot of ways in my misguided youth, but good parents and all the downhome love a body could need had kept me on the straight and narrow. Then that night happened and side swiped the shit outta me.
She’d waltzed over to me and I knew some shit was up because she kept looking back at her friends who were all standing around watching her approach. I smiled at her kinda dismissively, not thinking anything of it. The fuck was I supposed to do, I didn’t know her. Apart from noticing her for that split second in time earlier, we probably would never have met again even with the town being as small as it is.
But apparently, hot crotch sixteen year olds don’t like to be dismissed. “Can I have a light?” She really was a pretty little thing but as pretty as she was her age was a big turnoff. I never understood how men my age could go for underage meat when there were so many fuck hot mature women out there just looking for some good dick. I used to think that way; I’m a little more refined these days. Go figure, I had to go to prison to learn to be a gentleman.
“Excuse me?” I thought it was some kind of joke because she kept looking back at her friends and laughing. That was before she pulled the cigarette from her pocket and held it out to me. I was pretty sure she wasn’t a smoker because no real smoker would shove a cig in their pocket like that. Not with those shits costing half a car payment a pack.