Butterflies & Vicious Lies by Kayleigh King EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Kayleigh King
- Language: English
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- Genre: Coming of Age Fiction
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WHEN YOU’RE INJURED, they ask you to rate your pain on a scale from
one to ten. One being something as simple as a splinter, ten being a gunshot
to the abdomen.
If anger was rated the same way, I would say that I live at a constant five.
It’s a persistent ache just under my skin. Some days, like today, it’s more
prominent, but for almost six years now, the continuous rage has been my
shadow. It clings to me, following me wherever I go.
Coming home to a house full of drunk and high coeds isn’t helping.
Especially after I’d told Paxton just this morning that I didn’t want anyone at
the house this weekend.
My brother has his own reasons for wanting the house full of people, and
that’s the only reason I didn’t send everyone packing the second I walked
through the front door. Instead, I weaved through the sweaty bodies, ignoring
the people shouting my name and removing the grabby hands of overzealous
females from my body, and escaped through the glass sliding door at the back
of the house.
The only company I have out here in this quiet solitude are the everpresent thoughts in my head and the cigarette between my fingers. It’s a habit
I’ve harbored for years, and at this point, I wonder if quitting is worth the
misery. I figure my body is already full of poison and darkness, I might as
well breathe it into my lungs too.
My eyes are locked on the glowing orange embers, the only source of
light in this dark corner of the yard. As if hypnotized by the small flame, and
completely consumed by the unwanted memories swirling around in my
brain, I watch it burn. The ash breaks off and falls to the stone beneath the
chair I sit in. The wind carries it off, washing away any evidence it had ever
fallen. If only it were that easy to wipe the slate clean. I’ve found it takes a
little more effort and tedious planning.
The sliding door opens, and the sound of footsteps follows. I don’t have
to look up to know who it is. Only two people are dumb enough to disturb me
when I’m in this kind of headspace, and Rome had a mandatory family event
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