She was fire; he was ice.
He was bad and she was good.
He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely.
Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises.
For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...
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Chapter 29: The Good Girl's Promise • HE WAS DONALD TRUMP & I WAS DONALD TRUMP'S HAIR •
• KIMBERLY •
One minute passed by.
Then another.
What could the dare be? Murder fifty people? Drive a car into the mall and steal five pairs of shoes? Kill and eat insects?
It was at this point that I didn't know what the hell this person would ask. Nor did I know how bad this situation could get. What will they make me do?
The suspense was lingering in the air around me as the sudden inner-turmoil of my stomach churned. This is bad. Really freaking bad.
What kind of sh*t did I get myself into?
Another minute passed, and I was hyperventilating against the passenger door. I wanted to move, to see if Ryder was okay but my body had a mind of its own and would not move.
It wasn't until my breath was getting more ragged and my mind was counting the seconds as they passed by, did I receive a text.
It read:
Follow your brother tomorrow night. He's doesn't seem to keep promises well either. Don't consider this as graciousness, the truth is gonna sting like the b*tch you are.
I have to stalk my brother? That doesn't seem to be too bad. But what does this person mean, "He doesn't seem to keep promises well either?"
Don't consider this as graciousness, the truth is gonna sting like the b*tch you are...
What the hell does this person know that I don't? Where has my brother been?
Does Andrew know who this person is? Does he know what's happening to me?
All these unanswered questions fill the air around me and no matter how badly I want to feel assured or safe, I couldn't. This person controls my family and controls me. This person knows everything and can make me do anything. This person has my family at their fingertips and can make me do anything with one text, and I would do it...as long as my family is safe.
My fingers so tempted to call the police in a desperate plea, but I know the person will find out and end up hurting my whole family.
I look away from my phone and feel the heavy unsettling feeling in my stomach that someone is watching me. It wasn't until I heard, "Princess, you coming in the house or are you staying out there all day?"
