Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“It’s all goin’ to be okay, you’ll see. You’ll sleep and tomorrow you’ll all figure this shit out.”
“I hope you’re right,” I utter, holding him tighter. “I’m sorry I was such a shit date.”
“Are you kiddin’? This was the wildest night of my life and I’ve had my share of wild nights. This one time I had Alanna and Casey in my parent’s bed while my daddy was in his office.”
Laughing, I lean back and peer up at his face. “I heard the rumors about you guys. I can’t believe it’s true. So gross.”
“Definitely gross. Had to eat two pussies in one night. Can hardly handle one.”
“Damn. Then I’m definitely never screwing you, Marshall. It’s my favorite pastime getting ate like that.”
He narrows his eyes and pushes his hand between us. “Stop it. You’re making me hard.”
Laughing, I slap his chest and pull away. Then I burst into tears, overwhelmed by everything that just happened and the thought of my best friend in jail when she’s never even had a detention. I must look like a psycho.
He holds the back of my head as we rock together, his way of soothing me, but it abruptly ends with a thudding sound and my body jerking with Marshall’s until he inevitably flies away from me.
I only have to take one horrified, wide-eyed look to realize what just happened. Kane has full force punched Marshall in the mouth and Marshall has hit the porch rail, almost going over it.
They start to fight, for real, fists flying, arms grabbing. He tackles Kane to the ground and hits him so hard in the face I feel it in my own.
“STOP!” I yell, grabbing Kane when he rolls them over and returns the hit but twice over.
I jump on his back and hold him around the neck.
“Please,” I beg, yanking hard.
He turns, shoves me off him so hard I fall onto my ass.
“Shit, Immy, I’m sorry,” he immediately says but Marshall takes this moment of distraction to hit him in the stomach, winding him. He rasps and doubles over but Marshall doesn’t keep hitting Kane despite the fact he likely deserves it.
“If you’re my friend,” Marshall snarls at me, wiping blood from his mouth as he clambers to his feet. “Just for that you’ll get fucking rid of him.”
“Marsh,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.
“Fuck you, Martian. She don’t need you.”
Marshall looks at me with a glare so heavy I feel it in my bones. “You’re losing me for him. Hope you know that. Would cherish you, every fuckin’ moment. But not while he’s so hungry for my blood.” He spits at Kane’s knees, his eye and lip so swollen he won’t be able to move much of his face tomorrow.
Kane clambers to his feet still holding his stomach.
“Marshall,” I plead.
“Not doin’ it, Immy. It’s me or him. Be fuckin’ smart.”
I’m just too tired for this shit tonight.
I look at Kane, fresh tears streaking down my face. “You’re ruining my life, Kane Jessop.”
His face twists with a look of horror and maybe I’m being harsh but I turn towards the house, push open the door and slam it behind me. The lock clicks as Mee-maw sets about dealing with that and I skulk to my brother’s room, check that he’s breathing, before heading to mine and collapsing on the bed.
“Are you seeing that Kane boy while you’re seeing poor Marshall?” Mee-maw asks through the wood of my door.
“Go away,” I utter, hoping she can hear me but knowing she can’t. My voice is weaker than my willpower and my soul.
“You answer me right now!” The side of her fist hammers on the door.
I stomp towards it, making every step count. I feel like a juggernaut, rage building with my momentum. Swinging the door open, I level her with a look, hoping she knows I’m not in the mood and I ain’t gonna take a beating. I don’t have another bed to run to tonight.
“You want an answer, Mee-maw? You wanna know if I’m seeing Kane and Marshall?” My lips twist with a sneer as I unleash my anger on her as she often has done to me over the years. “I’m fucking them both Mee-maw. I’m a whore just like my momma. I fucked Kane last night, I fucked Marshall in his limo and they both just found out about each other and caused a massive scene on your front porch.” She looks at me, shaking with rage similar to my own. “You happy with that answer? You raised two whores, Mee-maw. You’re a shit parent, a shit mother, a shit grandmother, and when I turn eighteen I’m fuckin’ out of here so fast I’ll laugh when your head spins and you will never see me again!”
Part of me feels guilt when her harsh eyes fill with tears, but that guilt is short lived when she grabs my throat and starts hitting me with the walking cane in her hand. I welcome each blow like an old friend, falling to the floor as blinding pain hits my arm and side. Then she stalks to my nightstand, grabs my phone and throws it at the wall. Mee-maw might be a mee-maw but she ain’t old and senile yet and she’s got strength and speed my fucked-up body can’t compete with tonight.