“Kayla, where the fuck are you?” He burst into her bedroom without knocking. Kayla was bending over something, her body hiding whatever it was. “Fuck it, Kayla!” Matt strode over to her and knocked her gear to the ground. “Matt, what the fuck? You’re wasting some good shit! I spent three hundred dollars on that!” … Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter two, part one
“Scarlett, thanks so much for doing this.” Kayla’s eyes were reddened as she greeted me, but that might be because of whatever she was on. “It’s Scar,” I reminded her sharply, knowing it was useless. One of the things I loathed most about her—and the list was long—was the fact that she refused to call… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter one, part two
“This is pretty close,” Matt commented casually, not at all agitated as he would be if it were the Red Sox in the same jam. Nevertheless, he watched closely as Nathan struggled through Rodriguez’s at bat, falling behind three and one. “Don’t worry, the Twins are going to win it.” I said it with confidence… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter one, part one
“You want spaghetti?” Matt called out to me as I watched the Twins get trounced by the hated Yankees. I didn’t answer because the Twins were mounting a mini-rally in the bottom of the fifth inning to pull within five. Matt Garza had better shape up in a hurry, or I was going to demand… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part three
“Dodo!” Mona shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “What happened? Mom said you were in some sort of trouble.” “You can’t keep out of it, can you, Dodo?” Hank asked affectionately, ruffling my hair. “Dodo, what are we going to do with you?” Owen asked, sighing and rolling his eyes. Michele, who was with them,… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part two
I wondered why she was so mad at me as we had been getting along so famously before I made my move. Most likely she was starting to think that we were bonding or some ridiculous shit like that and took my escape as a rejection. Which was ridiculous, really, considering that she was going… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part one
“You found it.” I looked up, startled by the sound of a voice. To my chagrin, Antoinette was standing in front of me with a gun in her hand. She was about six feet away from me, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t miss. She had an angry look in her eyes which was… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part two
I decided to break into the park right now before it got dark out. I knew it would be better to go after dark, but I didn’t have the nerve. Besides, the security at the park was nonexistent, so I didn’t worry too much about being caught. I went upstairs to change into black jeans… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part one
“How was your day?” My mother asked when I walked into the house. One look at my face, though, told her all she needed to know. “How’s Dad?” I asked instead of answering her. I had thought about my father all day, and I wanted to make sure he was ok. “I’m fine,” Dad said… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part two
I dismissed the thoughts as I pulled on my head. I was ninety percent certain that Shannon was the culprit which meant I could relax. No one would be trying to off me today. I could walk freely among the children and not worry about anything more than getting food on my outfit. The darlings… Continue Reading