Imagine you are given two choices. Choice #1 gives you a stable life with little to no uncertainties. You can have a comfortable existence but you may never experience the thrill of falling in love or the satisfaction of taking that leap into the unknown. Choice #2 gives you all the thrills and all the satisfaction but you also have the possibility of heartbreak and failures along the way. Which would you choose? For Aurora Butler, this is the exact crossroads she has come to as she starts her Senior Year at a new school. Her head is telling her one thing but after meeting Owen Marshall, her heart is telling her something entirely different. Choices are made even more difficult as responsibilities take a toll on her and she realizes some choices requires sacrifices she just isn't able to make. Just when she thinks she has it all figured out, bodies of young women who look eerily similar to her start showing up as the town realizes there is a serial killer walking among them, one who has particular tastes when it comes to his next victim. Will Aurora's instincts lead to the right choices or will her choices have deadly consequences? Can she survive to have it all or will she lose everything in the end?
ดูเพิ่มเติมI tried to control the annoyance I felt at his stunt, knowing I would be unable to do anything about it at the moment. If I said anything right now, it would look like a lover’s quarrel to anyone outside of this truck and Phil would get that label put on me that he was so desperately seeking.I set my jaw, pissed but determined. Two can play this game. What he didn’t realize is that I was already an actress. Anyone working in the service industry has to be. I had mastered the friendly smile and carefree attitude all while inwardly telling someone to go screw themselves a long time ago.I underestimated my opponent, though. As I leaned into the backseat to grab my backpack, he leaned forward to block my face with his as he simply said, “Have a good day.” into my ear. That was it and he leaned back again. Seemingly innocent enough but to a crowd of over one hundred nosy, perpetually horny teenagers, it looked like he just gave me a kiss.It shouldn’t bother me but it did. Part of me rea
“Bye, Daddy” Nate called with a wave.“Bye, buddy. Have a good day!”I shut the truck door, taking Nate’s hand as I led him around the front of the truck, across the street once the traffic was clear and up onto the side walk on the opposite side. Wearing shoes I was not used to actually made my pace stay right with Nate’s, all the way up to the front steps.“Bye, Rory. Love you!” He called as he broke free and took off up the steps without even looking back.“Love you, too.” I called after him but he was already gone.As I turned and walked back down the sidewalk, I had to walk past one of the buses of high school students. I tried to ignore the whistles and cat calls as I hurried past, suddenly questioning my choice of outfit for the first day.I was already going to be the ‘new girl’. That was enough to stand out but I thought it would be smart to dress up, in a fricking skirt no less! Obviously, I should have given this whole scenario a little more thought. I took a deep breath, s
I walked around them and the table as I grabbed Phil’s lunch pail and opened it up, sitting in on top of the stove to pack it. I opened the refrigerator and loaded the bottom of the cooler with his drink divider ice pack and lined up four bottled waters and two cans of soda from the refrigerator.“Do you want the leftover pizza or should I make you some sandwiches?” I asked him over my shoulder.“Do you want to take the pizza with you?” He asked me back as he looked up at me from the table.“No, I won’t have much of an appetite today. First day jitters and all. I was just going to see what they had in the cafeteria based on how I am feeling at lunchtime. I have a granola bar and a bottle of water already in my bag, too.”“Yeah, just give me the leftovers, then. No sense in you going to all that trouble to make sandwiches when the pizza and cheesesticks need finished up.”“What am I having for lunch today, Mo….Rory?” Nate caught himself.I closed the refrigerator door to look on the ca
“Is that what you are wearing today?” He asked me, his tone gruff with an accusing edge that I did not like in the least.“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with what I am wearing?” We glared at each other for at least three Mississippis before he sighed and looked down.“No, you look amazing.” He answered as he approached the breakfast table and sat down to his plate. “Maybe a little too amazing is all.”“It’s just clothes, Phil.” I answered calmly.He picked up his fork and stabbed at his eggs, stopping as he brought the fork up. “You’re right. I’m being silly and maybe a little more possessive than I have any right to be. I’m sorry. You do look amazing. You would look amazing in a potato sack, though.”I gave him a warm smile and he started eating.“Thank you. I’m gonna go wake up Nate and get him dressed.”I didn’t wait for a response, exiting the kitchen as smoothly as I could. It was getting rather crowded in there this morning, what with that darn elephant back. I opened Nate’s be
Barb made John bring me home and drop me off right at midnight, after much protest on my side. She wouldn’t listen to my arguments about it either, insisting that I have more than three hours of sleep before I started my first day.I was both grateful and annoyed. I had already calculated that sleep would not come easy due to nervousness so I had banked on being so exhausted that anxiety would not be an option. Taking being dead on my feet and mentally drained out of the equation, I tossed and turned for the first couple hours after my head hit the pillow, as I knew that I would.By the time I finally started to relax enough to drift off, I had already convinced myself that this was a mistake and that the best thing for me to do was just tell Phil I wanted to continue to home school this senior year and be done with it. Sorta the ‘if it’s not broken, don’t fix it’ mentality.The alarm gave a jump start to my heart right at six and as I threw the quilt back and stood up for a stretch,
“Why can’t you see yourself that way. Even better, actually. You mama was pretty but she was not curvy like you are, baby doll. Good Lord, you have a figure I would kill for. You have large, perky bumps there and the hips and booty to match it honey. Embrace those curves. Curves are one hundred percent woman. Every man loves a beautiful curvy red head, baby doll.”“You would know, wouldn’t you?”“Damn straight, sugar. I hated my red hair and pale skin when I was your age. I didn’t think I was pretty but like I said, I eventually realized that I was pretty damn hot. It just takes the right man to make you own it.”I had let my cigarette burn up with only taking a few draws off of it but I hadn't planned on taking up the nasty habit as I put it out. I played with the filter as my cheeks heated in embarrassment at her blatant description of my body. I dropped it into the tray as I hid my face in my hands and leaned by head back in the booth.“Barb, you’re gonna make me die of embarrassme
I was quiet and distracted the rest of the night, finally to the point that when the diner cleared out, Barb pulled me into a booth with a knowing look after motioning to John that we were ready for our dinner, or rather, late night snack for me. Darcy had left around nine and the diner didn’t really clear out until right about the time she left.“Okay, spill.”“Spill what? I feel like I have spilled everything I touched tonight.” I laughed, half joking and trying to deter her from prodding any further.“Pssh. That was just a little juice. You cleaned it up. No harm, no foul. But, since you are already spilling stuff, might as well let me know what’s going on in that head of yours. I saw enough that I could just about guess but I want to make sure I’m on the right track.”I took a deep sigh and looked down, a pick in my apron suddenly very interesting. I didn’t really know where to start so I just blurted out the first thing that I could think of.“Nate had a really good first day at
I moved along to the sneering piece of plastic next to him, my tension coming back tenfold in an instant as I felt my hackles raise. I could tell undoubtedly that she was a “mean girl” as she sized me up, obviously annoyed that I was getting attention that she felt only she deserved. From her heavily applied, flawless makeup to her platinum blond hair and her thick spray tan, I could tell that there wasn’t a single thing genuine about her at all, inside or out.As if she suddenly wanted to be my best friend, she smiled sweetly, a triumphant grin that never reached her viper cold eyes. A grin that I knew meant trouble. “What brands of water do you carry?”“Brands of water?” I repeated, making sure I heard her correctly.She rolled her eyes, appalled at my obvious ignorance. “OMG, God love her! She doesn’t even realize water can have different brands.” She flipped her hair confidently as everyone at the table, besides 'Dark Eyes' and 'Shy Girl', laughed at her joke at my expense. She qui
My hands were shaking as I wiped them against my apron. “What just happened?” I thought to myself as I picked up the tray of drinks, balanced them carefully and carried them to tables seven and eight. My reaction both surprised and intrigued me. I dreaded going back to that table now, for more reasons than just a typical pompous, self-centered customer. I managed to get my thoughts together to correctly deliver drinks to both tables and to take their orders. I carried the tickets to the pass, hoping they were correct in my distorted state of mind and sent them through to John before taking another deep breath and heading back toward the table full of what society would term my "peers".Six sets of eyes watched me approach now, some predatory like the jackass that grabbed me and one of the girls in particular, others curious and seeming to size me up. Then, there was Dark Eyes, watching me intensely through hooded lashes, openly staring while remaining completely aloof and indifferent i
PROLOGUEMy hands trembled as I searched for the phone. I knew it had to be around here somewhere. She was never without it, always within reach, waiting for that next call. The call that would lead to either the next big hit or the means to an end. My hands felt blindly, frantically through the sheets. Not finding what I needed, in desperation, I ripped them from the bed. I breathed a sign of relief as I heard, no felt a thud on the floor next to me.I was temporarily deaf. The pounding of my heart fueled the high amounts of adrenaline running through my veins, creating a dull roar in my head, an endless pulsing wave rolling back and forth, blocking out all other sounds around me. My heart beat was strong, albeit a little too loud and unnecessarily quick at the moment.I scooped the phone off of the floor, my knees buckling as I flipped it over in my hands. Pain ricocheted through my legs as I hit the hardwood on impact, all strength leaving me as I collapsed to the ground. The scree...
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