Brenda wanted a normal school year. Instead her mom died.
Salma needed space from her sister and terrible ex. Or else she'd lose her mind.
Delilah didn't think she'd have any more problems after moving far from her hometown. That was until she becam...
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❝Compensatin' for your feelings And you know the feelin' This is what you thought would heal it But it makes you feel it Tryin' things you thought would cheer it But you grow to fear it Times, they come and go like spirits I see these signs the clearest.❞
-Aminé, Compensating
🗝DELILAH 🗝
Mayhem seems to be the only currency populating the streets of my city.
The pain is so fresh in my mind, pouring from the streetlights, but instantly transporting me into the darkest corners of my memory.
Terror shakes me to my core; it awakens me so often and so ferociously that it caused me to change my sleeping pattern. Tumultuous tension rises in my muscles. An ache like no other, forming at the base of my spinal cord.
I was dead.
There was no doubt left in my scrambled mind.
I had to be dead.
"You are getting cold."
The words, faint and with a slight lisp, came from the girl I decided to wake up next to. She wasn't Chelsea. I kissed Chelsea once, taking her home with me, and Salma and Brenda couldn't stop talking asking me about her.
"When did you break up with Wyatt?" Salma had asked with big eyes, widening at the mention of the new person in my life. "I thought you guys were getting serious."
I...
I couldn't finish that thought.
My throat began to tighten as though Wyatt, or even the mere thought of him made me allergic. I was sick to my bones, tired and pleasantly defeated.
There wasn't an obsessive fiber in my being. When I gave up on someone, I gave up on them for good. I couldn't stand the idea of seeing his smug, stupid, preppy, perfect face.
Fuck.
He was sexy, with that tussled, unruly hair of his. I lost track of time, twiddling my fingers in his waves of golden strands. The sun seemed to exist in his irises, glowing a heavenly beam into me as his lips met mine. I found...
Deception, my thoughts cut in, I found the devil inside his heart.
I wasn't lying when I said I didn't have an obsessive fiber in my body. Rushing out of bed, I checked the clock. I was done lollygag on his luscious locks and luminescent eyes. It was half past six o'clock.
