Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I don’t hate him; in fact, I don’t hate any of them. I just don’t care for them as people and would never choose to be around them if it wasn’t necessary.
When we were about sixteen, Lacey was always going on about her boyfriend, some childhood friend whose dad worked for ours. I’d heard her mention the kid before but never paid too much attention because it had nothing to do with me.
Then, one day, I overheard her talking to her friends about how she was seeing his friend behind his back, and for some reason, whereas I had ignored whatever went on in that house for years, this rubbed me the wrong way.
It wasn’t just that she was cheating; it was the way she talked about it, and the fact that her mother had done the same thing to mine just flipped some switch in me, and I knew I had to do something.
I waited for one day when her parents were out of the house, and she had gone into the shower to go into her room and grab her phone. She had no idea that I knew her password, which was something that just happened because she uses her birth date for everything, which I once overheard her say because it’s easier to remember, and she was tired of forgetting her passcodes.
I found the boyfriend because by then, I’d heard his name mentioned and then found the images of her and the other guy together that she’d stupidly taken and bragged about with her friends. I sent the images to the boyfriend anonymously and that was that.
I never imagined that I would one day meet the guy, seeing as we’d never met and I didn’t live in their neighborhood, so imagine my surprise when he approached me on my new college campus.
I can’t say I was surprised that he was hot. Lacey, for all that she’s a witch, is very pretty on the outside, though she’s rotten from the core. I wasn’t sure what kind of person he was seeing as they were friends for so long, so when he approached me that first day I gave him the brush off.
But I’d since done some digging, which is my way, and found out that he’s actually a great guy; I just couldn’t understand what the hell he was still doing with my nightmare of a sister, but that was none of my business.
I took some time to think about how much I wanted to share with him because it was obvious he had questions, and in the end, I’m not sure what it was about him, but for some reason, once I started talking, I didn’t stop.
I told him things that I hadn’t even shared with my mother. I went as far back in my childhood as I could remember and told him about all the abuse I suffered at Lacey and Janice’s hands.
I wasn’t really looking at him as I spoke, but when I did glance at him once I was through, the look on his face was priceless. I laughed because he looked as if he wanted to murder someone, but for me, it was all in the past and not something I chose to let influence me one way or another.
I have my Mom and both sets of grandparents who, if I’m honest, spoil the hell out of me, so there’s really no time to dwell on people who really don’t matter to me anyway.
My Dad has been trying in the last few years, but as I told him on my sixteenth birthday when he couldn’t be bothered coming to my sweet sixteen because his wife wouldn’t allow him to, it was too little too late, and I didn’t need him anyway.
I don’t see why he even bothers anyway since he was never interested before. From what I gather from my Dad’s aunt, my father was pissed because Mom refused to forgive him or have anything to do with him after the affair.
He was willing to leave the ex and their child if Mom would take him back, but according to him, her pride got in the way, and she never loved him blah, blah, blah, and so that was his reason for remaining salty all these years.
As for Janice, she was pissed because she knew that Mom was my Dad’s one that got away, and if she snapped her fingers right now, he’d come running. Lacey’s just mad that her parents weren’t married when she was born, and she’s the product of an affair, all of which had nothing to do with me, and yet I was the one who bore the brunt of it.
My great aunt doesn’t have a filter so while the others tried to keep me in the dark, she thought it was only right I knew the truth. Plus, she was pissed that I was being mistreated.