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Cara Lynn Shultz [Dark World The Dark World (retail) (epub)
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.Having her as a best friend has its pros and cons.I suddenly remember and whine, “Why do we have to go shopping?”Shopping is definitely not something I enjoy.I hate shopping because of my mom.She referred to shopping as taking me to the liquor store when she ran out of her poison.That factor alone was enough to prevent me from ever becoming a shopaholic.Regardless of the fact that Dar knows all of this, she still drags me along with her when she goes.She wiggles her hips in the air, and a wide smile spreads across her face.“Because you, my friend, have a hot date tonight, and we’re buying you something to show off these awesome ta-ta’s.” She squeezes my boobs together, perking them up a little bit.“I most certainly do not have a date tonight!” My nostrils flair, and my voice escalates as I swat her hands away from my chest.“I simply need to get my phone from this lunatic.Even though I can’t prove it, he stole my phone.I hope he didn’t take my mace as well, because I plan on using it if I have to, even if there is another way… Who steals a girl’s phone, and why didn’t he just give it to me last night with my purse? That would have been a great deal easier for both of us.”“Cass, he’s not that bad.I’ve known him for a long time.I told you last night he’s Johnny’s friend.Plus, y’all are the same age.I wouldn’t worry about using mace on him.Having said all that, I would keep an eye out for Lacey if she’s there tonight.She might not appreciate you going out with her man,” Dar says, winking as she scoots off the bed and pulls my legs down with her.I rub my hands across my face.“Agh, for the last time…It.Is.Not.A.Date…It’s an agreement,” I scoff while shaking my head.“Why would I have to worry about her, much less spray her with mace?” Sure, Lacey isn’t on my list of favorite people right now, but I don’t see me having to defend myself from her.She opens her mouth hesitantly and says, “Hmm.about that.” She studies me through her lashes.“Lucas got drunk and fucked Lacey a long, long time ago, and ever since she’s followed him around like a lovesick puppy.It’s been,” she says, counting on her fingers, “five years and she still tries to sink her skanky claws into him.” She shrugs her shoulders.“I just didn’t like explaining that last night in front of her.I was a bit scared she would sabotage our drinks.” She shakes her head in disgust.“She and I were pretty tight at one point in time, but we had a falling out on purpose…on my behalf, anyhow.She was a shitty friend.” Lost in thought, she leans her elbows against the mattress and holds her face in her hands.After a long pause, she leaves me at a loss for words and walks from the room.Any person intentionally shitty to Dar is immediately on my shit list as well; she means that much to me.She is the first person I met after moving to West Virginia from Pittsburgh.In a way, she saved me without knowing what she had done.I had no place to live, other than my car, and planned on passing through, but she persuaded me to move in with her family.Since I’m partially out of bed, thanks to Dar, I pad over to my vanity and look at myself in the mirror.My auburn hair is erratically sticking up in multiple directions and needs a good washing.I pull down my lower lids and see streaks of red dancing around my ice-blue irises, giving the impression I’ve been crying, which I haven’t.The light brown freckles are the only things that appear to be unaffected in my reflection.I try smiling to liven up my dimples, but they don’t reach their usual depth.I look like shit this morning, yet this isn’t something new.I rarely get a good night’s rest because of reoccurring night terrors.Throwing my hands up into the air in defeat, I head toward the bathroom to shower.The tepid water soothes my aching muscles as it runs down my body.Inspecting myself, my breasts are too large for my frame and tiny waist.To top it all off, I have child bearing hips.The figure I have makes most women envious, but it’s become more of a curse, in my opinion.After seeing the same body for years, one would think I would have accepted being “Big Booty Judy”.That was the name the kids called me when I was younger.Now, I have a hard time believing I was bothered by that name, but when I was fourteen, I would cry every time those heartless little pricks called me that.I breathe in and out deeply and wash with my favorite body wash.Before I shut off the water, I rinse everything, letting the remaining bits of stress leave my body and swirl down the drain with the suds.The wonderful smell of Dar’s delicious omelets greets me after I step out into the hallway.I tend to forget how well she can cook, but I should know better, since she is studying culinary arts at Bluewood University, which is more than I can say for myself.I burn grilled cheese sandwiches and manage to set off the fire alarm making toast.Securing a towel to my body and wrapping one around my head, I walk into the kitchen.Dar has already filled my plate and set it onto the breakfast bar.I hop up to my usual stool to eat.She just smiles at me with her cheeks stuffed with eggs, making her look like a chipmunk.After grabbing a big drink of orange juice, she wipes her mouth and swallows.“About time you decided to join me.Your plate was next.” Laughing, she stabs at my food, and I swat away her fork, sticking out my tongue.Chapter 2Weak faded memories flood through my mindTwisting the truth, spreading demiseTime laughs in my face, contorting the liesHolding my head, searching for whySilence is crucial; I’ll muse then unwindWeaving in and out of sanity, breaking the bindYet in the end, I’m the only one who wears the disguise.CassandraI stare blankly at the clothes hanging in perfect order in my closet.Everything is hung according to seasonal groups.Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the clothes are subdivided by color.My organizational habits may be a little a bit particular, but I don’t have trouble finding an outfit.Dar claims I’m anal-retentive; I prefer to think of it as being smart and efficient.The dark pair of distressed boot-cut jeans and a sheer black top call my attention [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]