Happily Never After
The Savanah Shadows Series
Book One
by Missy Fleming
Published by
Fire and Ice
A Young Adult Imprint of Melange Books, LLC
White Bear Lake, MN 55110
www.fireandiceya.com
Happily Never After, Copyright 2013 by Missy Fleming
ISBN: 978-1-61235-560-3
Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Published in the United States of America.
Cover Art by Caroline Andrus
Table of Contents
About the Book
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Epilogue
About the Author
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Happily Never After
Missy Fleming
There’s no such thing as happy endings.
Savannah, Georgia is rumored to be the most haunted place in America. Quinn Roberts knows it is. She's felt the presence of spirits her entire life. Only none of those encounters ever turned violent, until now. The same darkness feeding off her stepmother has promised she won’t live to see her eighteenth birthday and each attack is more terrifying than the last.
Not one to rely on others for help, Quinn reluctantly lets actor Jason Preston into her life which has complications of its own. Together they try to figure out what exactly this ghost wants from her and how to stop it. What they find is the ghost doesn’t just want to hurt Quinn, it wants revenge.
It wants her life.
This book is dedicated to my family, who never stopped believing or supporting me. And for reading drafts when I needed another set of eyes. I love you guys so much.
I also have to thank TL Tyson, the best friend, critique partner, and writer I've come across. Tee, you have been a great teacher and you'll never know how much its meant to me.
And for all the ghost hunters out there...you all have the best job in the world.
Prologue
Mama always told me Savannah was home to more than just the living. I remember her telling me stories of ghosts and magic, and things that normally belonged in fairy tales. Her rich, syrupy voice would wrap round me with a magic of its own, making me believe. She said all you had to do was step out onto any street and you could feel it in the air, tickling the edges of your imagination, inviting you in.
We lived in one of the oldest houses in the historic district. A tall, proud home fronted with white columns standing like guards against the unrelenting Georgia humidity. Mama said that besides her, Daddy and me, we also lived with a little boy and a soldier from the War of Northern Aggression. They crept through the house at night, moving furniture or crying. She said they even stood guard at the end of the bed. I never saw that. For me, it was always a flicker of an image, a brush of wind on my face, or the glimpse of something from the corner of my eye. I never gave them a second thought. In Savannah, you were only considered odd if your house didn’t have ghosts.
I was seven when Mama died of an aneurism. She once told me our loved ones never truly left us, and those words were a comfort to me during that confusing time. At least they were until late at night, when Daddy was already asleep, and the shadows pulsed around me in their silent dance. Those shadows made me wonder what happened to her.
One night, as I watched the shadows dance, I wondered where she truly went. To my child’s mind, if the city were as haunted as she said, she must still be there somewhere. All I needed to do was find her.
The following mornings, on my walks to and from school, I searched for her everywhere. I investigated the slightest breeze or tiniest movement of the bushes. Every night, when my house fell silent, I wandered through the rooms asking for her. When I saw something out of the corner of my eye, I begged them to find Mama and bring her back where she belonged. Each time I felt cold fingers walking up my spine or the hair on my arms and neck stand up, I whispered ‘Mama’ into the darkness.
In all my years of searching, I never found her.
Chapter One
When the principal called for ‘Quinn Roberts’, I walked across the stage to accept my diploma and expected to feel some kind of accomplishment. All I got was an overwhelming sense of relief.
Graduating high school should’ve been one of the happiest days of my life. Not only was I leaving behind the snake pit of hormones and torture they called a high school but, like any kid, I dreamed of this day. I was supposed to be on the verge of having all my dreams come true, surrounded by family and looking to the promise of the future. Instead of dreams and rainbows, I stood in the sweltering heat with my classmates and feeling more alone than ever.
My stepmother, Marietta, hadn’t bothered to come or at least pretend to care.
“I’m so glad it’s finally over.” Abby, my only friend, came over to stand by me after the ceremony. “If I never see the walls of that hole they call a school again, I’ll be the happiest girl alive.”
This made me smirk. Anyone looking at Abby wouldn’t think ‘happiest girl alive’ as a first impression. Her long blonde and pink hair fell in a straight shot down her back but it was her heavily lined eyes, the nose and lip piercings, and black fingernails that set her apart from the hordes of perfect little Southern belles roaming Savannah High.
I wasn’t much different, only my hair was black with some recently added purple accents and I had no facial piercings. Abby and I bonded over our uniqueness in our freshman year and stayed friends through the endless taunting and teasing. Our loner status wasn’t the only thing we had in common. We were also both being raised by single parents. The only difference was her mom actually cared.
I draped my arm over her shoulders and said, “Yep, today we can officially begin life in the real world. No more nasty things written on our lockers.”
“No more stupid rumors spread by your lovely stepsisters.”
“I thought the one about how we put a curse on the basketball team was pretty inventive.”
“Yeah,” Abby snorted, “especially c
onsidering we’ve never even been to a basketball game. That team could have used a little magic.”
My stepsisters, who were juniors, ran with the typical ‘popular’ crowd. Their favorite thing in the world was to make my and Abby’s lives miserable. From spreading rumors about us being lesbians or devil worshippers to spray painting ‘witch’ on our lockers. Those kinds of things happened every single week. We were smart about it, though. We kept our heads down and counted the days until graduation.
I shrugged my shoulders, put on my heaviest Southern drawl and said, “What will we ever do without them?”
“Get on with our lives, like normal people?”
We turned from the hugging and picture taking and walked away. I felt out of place, and enormously sad, in the midst of everything I’d lost. I glanced over my shoulder at the happy families and found myself suddenly envious of the kids I spent the last four years avoiding and fearing. They were surrounded by families who actually loved them and they could think of the future and those stupid rainbows. I was grateful I’d been allowed a mere two hours of freedom to come to my own graduation.
Abby’s mom came for a while, but had to leave for her second job. I considered her more of a mother to me than Marietta. She tried to help as much as she could, but to be honest I’ve never told her how bad things really were. I wasn’t sure she’d believe it. I didn’t think anyone would.
“Do you really have to go back to work, Quinn? Can’t you blow off the wicked witch for a little while longer?” Abby whined as she picked at her black and pink fingernail polish.
I grimaced at the thought of going back to Baubles, Marietta’s over-priced and overly pretentious beauty salon in the Historic District. “Remember what happened last time I disobeyed a direct order.”
Abby flinched without saying another word.
She believed I had every right to contact family services, but I didn’t see the point. Marietta had never done anything physically to me. Her specialty was making me feel less than human. At least I only had to wait until the end of the summer to be done with them. The second I turned eighteen I planned to move out.
“So anyway, I heard this story the other day about a guy up in North Carolina who caught an image of Bigfoot on his thermal camera. It belly crawled into his camp and stole a candy bar. It’s a true story, I swear. Although, I’m not sure what confuses me more; the fact there was a Bigfoot in NC, crawling around on his belly commando style, or that he’d take a candy bar of all things.”
Abby never failed to distract me with her strange and random stories. In the last few years, she'd become a master at it. We parted ways a block from Baubles and I hadn’t even gone fifty feet before I recognized a familiar stirring beside me.
Cold breath surrounded me but instead of frightened, I felt comforted. In the five years since Daddy died, I’d come to rely on the strange presence more and more, especially since it seemed to take pleasure in tormenting Marietta and her daughters whenever I was punished. Unlike the other spirits who seemed confined to the house, this one followed me everywhere. Even with all my research, I had no clue what it was or what it wanted.
The presence left before I entered through the back door of Baubles. I took a couple seconds to revel in the blast of air conditioning but it didn’t take long for my peaceful moment to be interrupted.
“What took you so dang long?”
Marietta’s high, annoying drawl always made my heart beat a little faster. Lately, I’d sensed a strange dark presence around her, a clinging shadow. It ebbed and flowed, and even pulsated with her moods. What disturbed me the most was how it seemed to be getting worse, darker somehow. That, and the feeling it had something to do with me.
“I finished Suzie’s talent costume,” she continued, “so I need you to go over it. Snip off the loose threads and check the seams. Then, you’ll cut out the pattern for Anna’s costume. Also, the floors need sweeping and wash the towels. Oh, and restock everything for tomorrow. I’ve left you a list for home, too.”
And then she was gone, leaving a rank cloud of jasmine perfume in her wake; no congratulations, no questions about graduation, nothing. I sighed. No matter how often it happened, her indifference and cruelty still hurt. Back when she started dating Daddy, she was charming and loved to laugh. It all changed with one fatal heart attack.
I only hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with her daughters today as well.
“What are you standing here for, freak. You heard her.” No such luck.
Annabelle came out of the large storage room that we currently used as pageant central. She had the same white blond hair as her mama, but instead of teasing it into a gravity defying mess, it flowed past her shoulders soft and shiny. Without a doubt, the twins were beautiful but their cold attitude and nasty demeanors made it very hard to see.
“Yeah, get to work,” Suzie mirrored as she posed beside Annabelle with her hand on her hip. Her hair was shorter, layered to her shoulders. “You think you get to relax because you graduated today? Mom told us that next year when we graduate we’re going to have the biggest party this town has ever seen.”
“Bigger than our Debutante party.” They’d had one of those ridiculous ‘coming out’ parties where they were launched on the poor unsuspecting young men of society. Marietta used the allure of our family name and our history to push her way into the snobby circle of women who really ran this city. Of course, they ordered me to stay in the back with the help when, in all reality, it should’ve been my party as well. Not that I wanted to be shown off like a piece of meat.
I ignored them and walked into the storage room. Rising up to their challenges never turned out well for me. I could stand up for myself when I had to but they were masters at waiting a couple of days before striking for something I didn’t remember. The last thing I wanted to do was make my day-to-day life any more difficult. An all out war would have only one casualty—me.
I started going over the hideous costume for Suzie’s so called talent of tap dancing. The layers and layers of tulle were supposed to transform her into an old west saloon girl, but I couldn’t see it. Instead, she was a cross between Madonna and a cotton ball. The twins went back to practicing their walks on the other side of the room.
They were competing in the Georgia Southern Miss pageant held in August. I hated pageants and everything they stood for, which meant I actually thought they stood a good chance of winning. Everything I found lacking about our society and our preoccupation with beauty showed in the twins. They were a perfect example of ‘beauty is only skin deep’.
On the other hand, their talent and walking skills were amazingly awful and it took everything inside me not to laugh openly when they rehearsed
Movement near the door caught my attention. Marietta stood just outside the room and something drew my eyes to hers. I almost shrunk back in revulsion.
There was such an intense hatred coming from her as she looked at me. Behind her, the shadow rose up and expanded. The heavy smell of river water, musky and wet, drifted towards me and I fought the sensation of not being able to catch my breath, like I was drowning. Overcome by a paralyzing fear, my body began to shudder in response.
“You will never see your eighteenth birthday, Quinn Roberts.”
I jumped back in shock and knocked over the chair, pressing myself against the wall. Vaguely, I noticed Anna looking over and muttering ‘loser’ before turning her back on me.
The raspy, female voice echoed through my mind as Marietta kept her eyes trained on me. My instinct told me it came from the strange thing I sensed clinging to her, but why would it want to cause me harm?
Then, just as sudden as it started, Marietta broke eye contact and walked away. In the next instant, everything went back to normal. A quick glance told me the twins were completely oblivious.
I couldn’t stop shaking or get my heartbeat to calm down. It pounded against my chest in a savage beat. My terror and the lingering smell of putrid water were the only hints of w
hat occurred.
The room started to spin and I knew I needed to get out of there. With my mind set on breathing some fresh air, I hurried out of the room. As I passed through the doorway, I heard a faint splash and looked down.
A small, murky puddle was on the floor right were Marietta had stood. Cautiously, I bent down, dipped my fingers in it and brought them up to my nose. It was exactly what I’d smelled in the room. I flicked the tiny drops off my fingers and ran outside. The bile shot up my throat, taking me by surprise and I barely had enough time to bend over before being sick.
When I finished, all that lingered was the cold rock of fear in my gut and the realization that someone or something wanted me dead.
Chapter Two
It was nearly midnight before I finished all my chores and finally had a chance to make a sandwich. I took it upstairs so I could eat while curled up with a book I found in the public library on hauntings.
After the events at the salon, I really needed to try to relax. I’d been tense and anxious all day, jumping at shadows. No matter how hard I tried, the stale taste of terror didn’t leave my mouth and throat. Invisible eyes followed me everywhere. I hoped the book would have something about what I’d experienced. There had to be a way to defend myself if it happened again.
I had a feeling it wasn’t over.
Mama turned out to be right about Savannah and the older I got the more I grew attuned to it. It took a lot of energy for a spirit to manifest so it wasn’t often that I saw an actual being. I knew the difference between a mere breeze and the presence of something spiritual. Occasionally, I caught a personal detail but mostly, it was a wave of emotion. I could tell them apart, too. Some filled me with sadness. I sensed their anger, their hatred or their need.
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