BOOK #1 IN SINFUL CHRONICLES
PROLOGUE:
"You need to stop touching me every single time you see me," I said gritting
" And says who? Miss Goody two shoes, you have no power to stop me from touching what's mine. " He replied smirking.
"I am not yo...
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'Cause you're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in then you're out You're up then you're down You're wrong when it's right It's black and it's white
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2 MONTHS LATER
Everything seemed to be going well. I didn't stop going to school because I couldn't afford to miss any more classes. Marcus was helping me with my studies, and for that, I was grateful. But something was off. It was just that—help with studies and nothing more. He had stopped calling me "doll," stopped messing with me, and this sudden change in his behavior didn't feel good at all. I know I had asked for time, but I wasn't ready for him to become so cold and distant.
Every day, I felt the tension growing between us. I wanted to confront him, to talk about what had happened, but I didn't know where to start. The hospital situation and the masquerade party scenes hung over us like a shadow, unspoken and unresolved. Every time I tried to ask Allison about it, she would tease me abruptly, mentioning things I didn't remember but that clearly had significance.
It was frustrating not knowing what I had said or done that night. I had a feeling I confessed something important—something that had calmed Marcus and made him decide to stop tormenting me. But the lack of clarity gnawed at me, making me anxious and restless.
"Allison," I yelled, sitting up on the bed.
"What's wrong now, Tish?" she asked, rolling her eyes and setting her phone down.
"I hate your brother," I gritted out.
"Stop making a fool of yourself," she said, shutting me down.
"I don't know, okay?" I replied, frustration clear in my voice.
"Let me give you an idea: why don't you just go and talk to him?" she suggested.
"Talk how?" I gritted my teeth.
"Hey Marcus, we need to talk," she mimicked. "Just say it and convey it."
"Oh, you really think it's that easy?" I asked in frustration.
