Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I hate when he plays the Lord of the Manor; it just pisses me off. But he knew I wouldn’t do or say anything with my family there. He gave everyone a tour of the house after dessert because I was too beat to move. I felt like a beached whale, even though I don’t remember eating that much.
Things were coming along nicely, even with the few surprises here and there. The only person I hadn’t dealt with was Sherry, who has been trying to get through to me with apologies. Garrett thinks I should give her another chance, but Garrett is a wuss.
Who’s to say she won’t sympathize with the next bitch who tries to sleep with my husband. I don’t for the life of me understand why people don’t understand the consequences of their choices. It was her choice to defend her sister for whatever reason, and it’s my choice to sever ties; it’s as simple as that.
No matter what happens, the trust is gone. She may have her reasons for doing it, like the fact that Lacey is her sister. Just as I have my reasons for cutting her off even though we’d been joined at the hip since we were about four or five.
I don’t know; when it’s the ones closest to you that hurt you, the cut goes deeper. Had she been someone who didn’t know me and my stance maybe I could see my way to forgiving her.
But the fact is that she knows me better than most and still chose to come at me with that shit. There’s no coming back from that. Even if I gave her the time of day again, we’ll never be the same because the trust is gone.
She didn’t have my back; she chose to stand up for her sister, who she knew was wrong. She wanted me to swallow that shit because of our friendship, and that’s a hard no from me.
As it stands, I think she should stick with family and lose my number because there are just some things I won’t even try to get over. I could, of course, tell her that, but she knows me well enough to know that my no contact means we’re done. I guess she’ll stop trying when she tires herself out.
Isn’t it a strange world where I am now trying to help Mitzie, who I have hated for most of my life while shutting out my best friend, who has been there since the beginning? I wish I wasn’t this person, but I said it in the beginning, I’m a bitch.
DENNY
“What the hell is this place? Why did you bring us here?”
“This is a little island off of Seychelles.”
“Where the hell is that?”
“The Indian Ocean, you dumb bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
She has been getting on my nerves for the last few days or however long we were locked in the belly of the ship to get here. No one would answer our questions, and we were made to stay below deck, locked away all day with no light other than the little window in the room that only scared the shit out of me because it was a direct view into the bottom of the sea.
Lacey was sick most of the time and expected me to take care of her, but I just ignored her ass the whole time. The only time we saw anyone else was at mealtime, and that person never answered any of our questions and I wasn’t even about to attempt rushing him because he was built like a tank.
Lacey tried being seductive, but I guess she didn’t know what she looked like after spending days in the hole. She smelled rank as fuck and looked like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest. I wasn’t faring much better, but I wasn’t the one making eyes at some strange man who acted like he didn’t even see us each time he came into that dark, clustered room.
There was a toilet but no shower, and we weren’t even given a bucket with water until the last day. It was humiliating but I had long given up on trying to feel human at this point. With the nausea gone, that bite was still hurting like a bitch, and I just wanted the ship to get to where the hell it was going so I could breathe fresh air again.
That brings us to now. The scenery was beautiful, I’m not gonna lie, but I didn’t trust anything at this point. I still didn’t know how the hell I even got on the ship. The last thing I remember is being asleep in my room and Mom coming in. I now know that that was not Mom but one of these people who had literally Shanghaied me in this day and age.