Frustrated Note: Ok so I got a lil too free-willed and cursed way too much in this chapter and made the mistake of saying the 'P' word and now my book is rated R. I'm soooo pissed because.....well is this rated R material? I don't talk about girls reaching for guys things or blah blah blah but I slip up and say one sexual word and then my WHOLE book is rated R. Is there a way I can fix this you guys? Can I edit the chapter and then have it go back to PG-13 or is my book damned forever? Should I even care?
Hell I'm upset! NOBODY has sex in this book...I'm SO MAD. I hate the rating system.
Ugh...maybe that'll teach me how to do something productive with my time like....school work.
Man...eff this.
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I couldn’t contain my fury, I was like a volcano ready to explode in a mutha’ and nobody was about to make it out alive.
There would be carnage.
It was his fault! He was the reason this ghost or whatever the hell she was had been stalking me for the greater part of a month. His ex girlfriend! No his dead pregnant wife.
The summa biscuit was married!
I was completely flabbergasted, downright astounded at the malarkey! I knew he was just too damn irresistible for a reason….too much sugar for a dime!
Where in the hell was she anyway?
My eyes scoped the bedroom like a crime scene investigator, sweeping over nook and cranny while hoping and fearing simultaneously that ‘it’ would pop out now that I’d figured ‘it’s identity.
“Cris the hell?” Immediate and much too bright light hit me from every angle. I raised my palm to my eyes and squinted against the whiteness forgetting all too soon that the pilfered picture was in that very hand.
Gabriel stood stock still in the doorframe and motioned with his right arm to his room, “So you going through my stuff? The fuck is wrong with you?”
In my right mind I would have said that he had every right to be angry about me going through his things…and for me to stand there so stupidly without trying to deny anything gave me this badass look I guess. Hell I would’ve been scorching hot and angry too, but I wasn’t in my right mind and I wasn’t about to do a little ditty to make up for him catching me and then give him a doe eyed ‘sawy massa’ look.
No! He’d kept all of this away from me! I could have died!
“Is there something you want to tell me?” like why in the hell did you bring all this supernatural gobbly gook in my life you mutha—
“You’re cute for a dark girl? I like sex. I smoked weed until last year. I went to jail once.” With each ‘like’ he moved closer, menacingly, darkly and slowly as if each word was kindle thrown to a raging fire. I backed away a bit but maintained my ground and kept the picture as high up as ever so it was all in his face. He plopped down on the edge of his bed with the calmest expression and continued, “oh and what the fuck are you doing going through my shit?”
“Who is she? She’s dead right?” I flung the picture at him, it clipped him on his cheek and tumbled down to his bare feet, “I thought I was crazy! I’ve been going fucking nuts for a month and it’s all because your dead wife doesn’t like me! Well tell that bitch I don’t like her either!”
It all made sense in my head, it really did. I knew I wasn’t crazy, I’d been through all those things, felt all of those things and I’d confirmed it too! I hadn’t believed in ghosts before, in fact I’d been dead set against anything beyond the norm, but I had to make exceptions when I woke up to slit marks and blood leaking out of my ceiling.
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Hush Baby, Hush
Novela JuvenilA tad bit crazed and a lot forlorn Crystal Thompson's life is brutally unhinged after she meets a strange man with long hair and piercing eyes.
