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by Katie May


  poison you? Is that it? You don't trust the meat?"

  "When you die, and I live, then we can talk."

  "So are beers and chips the only food items not contaminated by the

  government?"

  Colt merely glared at me.

  After a few more bites of my wrap, I poked Papa on the shoulder.

  "I have to go to the bathroom," I said, waiting for him to slide out of the

  vinyl booth. Karissa, who was sitting on a chair at the end of the table, smiled

  innocently up at me.

  "Do you have to go poop or pee?"

  My sister was a real classy bitch.

  "Don't be gross," I said, ruffling her hair.

  "I'm honestly curious!"

  "That's a demented thing to be curious about," Dad pointed out. Karissa

  huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

  "Bodily fluids interest me. Is there something wrong with that?"

  Papa's face had turned green.

  Dad patted the back of Papa's hand sympathetically. If there was one

  thing that could make the monster man squeamish, it was talk of pee and

  periods and all that fun stuff.

  A useful weapon in my arsenal, if I did say so myself.

  I made my way to the bathroom quickly, did my business, and washed my

  hands. Frowning, I considered myself in the restaurant's dirty mirror.

  I was short for my age, almost embarrassingly so. It made my petite

  frame seem almost childish. My hair was an onyx black, hanging down my

  back in light waves. I wasn't model-thin like the other girls. A slab of fat

  made my belly protrude over the waistband of my jeans. Not skinny. Not

  completely fat.

  Not beautiful.

  Not ugly.

  Average.

  I frowned at the face reflected back at me, hating every flaw on my brown

  skin and every tangle in my long hair. Why couldn't I have looked like Fiona?

  White and blond and skinny?

  Beautiful.

  Why couldn't I be beautiful?

  I pushed aside the self-doubt and quickly dried my hands. My psychiatrist

  told me that I couldn't allow my thoughts to sink back into such dark

  territory. There wasn't a switch that I could just flip off, though. It took

  considerable effort to smother some of the darker thoughts and find my way

  back into the light. It was like tumbling through a riptide, my depression. I

  would sink beneath wave after wave of endless darkness, desperate to find a

  pocket of fresh air. Once I found it, mercifully, I would be pulled back under

  yet again. The water would carry me further and further away from the shore,

  away from the light. I needed to stay above water.

  I needed to stay in the light.

  I decided to think about school instead as I headed back to the table.

  Anything to distract myself from the current direction of my thoughts.

  I would be going to a new school. Was I nervous? Excited? What would

  Jaron think if-

  My thoughts were interrupted as my body collided with a wall. At least, I

  thought it was a wall. My anger quickly transformed into horror when I met

  the amused smirk of a handsome man.

  His hair was dark, a few shades lighter than my own, and he had lightly

  tanned skin. Unlike mine, his skin color seemed to be a product of sunlight,

  not genetics. He wore a black jacket, tight over his muscles, and a white shirt

  that accentuated his chiseled chest.

  "You made her speechless Ty," a feminine voice said with a chuckle. A

  chorus of laughs greeted her statement.

  I tore my gaze away from Tall, Dark, and Sexy and faced the table that

  the voice had come from. There were about six of them - two girls and four

  guys. They all wore similar, black jackets with skulls on the back and had

  numerous piercings adorning their skin. It was the girl with the lilac hair that

  had spoken.

  "I'm sorry," I sputtered.

  "Oh look," the man I bumped into drawled lazily. "It speaks."

  The group broke into another round of laughter.

  Feeling tears spring to my eyes, accompanied by the irresistible urge to

  run away as fast and as far as I could, I shouldered the stranger out of my

  way. Ty, I think the girl said his name was.

  "She's so cute!" the second girl said. "Look at her waddle."

  Ty, coming to stand beside me, mimicked the way I walked, hips swaying

  side to side in exaggerated movements. My face burned red. I had dealt with

  bullies when I was younger, but they had stopped after I befriended Fiona.

  The girl had a way of innately demanding respect and fear from anyone dumb

  enough to stare directly at her. Once I began dating Jaron? Nobody would

  dare even speak my name badly behind my back, let alone to my face. It was

  the type of power that both terrified and enthralled me. I felt as if I had the

  world at my fingertips. Were those feelings healthy? Normal? Sane? I

  wouldn't be able to tell you. All I knew for certain was that I wished Fiona

  was with me now. She would know exactly what to say, what witty retort to

  come back with. I was inadequate compared to her; I couldn't face my

  monsters alone.

  "It looks as if she's going to cry!" Lilac girl squealed. "Aw. Poor baby."

  Ty stopped moving almost immediately and turned towards me.

  "We were just teasing you."

  "How dare you?"

  He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with a flick of my wrist.

  "How dare you stand there and tease me? Does that make you feel manly,

  teasing a girl half your size? Does it make your flaccid dick suddenly hard?"

  Hissing, I took a step closer to him until we were nose to nose. "You are an

  asshole. I don't even know you, yet I can tell that. Grow up. Or take Viagra to

  fix that little problem of yours."

  "Wait!" he called.

  Ignoring him, I made my way back through the dining room and to my

  family. They were currently in a heated debate about the effectiveness of

  stools in the bathroom. Apparently, Colt believed that by elevating your feet

  when you were pooping, it would make said poop come out easier.

  My brother was a strange man.

  Papa's eyes zeroed in on my face immediately. He had always been the

  most perceptive of my family members.

  "You okay?" he asked, eyes scanning the room as if looking for any

  potential danger. I bit my lip, debating whether or not I should tell him about

  the rude teenagers. I decided quickly against it.

  I would probably never see them again after today. People were dicks,

  especially kids. Besides, I didn't want my fathers to know that their words

  and teasing had affected me. They would ship me off to the nearest hospital if

  I so much as described the darkness I could feel brewing inside of me. The

  dark, inky tendrils that threatened to consume me whole.

  I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the rest of my meal.

  Document Outline

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12
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  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Epilogue

  Other Books by Katie May

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  First Chapter of Darkness We Crave!

  First Chapter of Gangs and Ghosts!

 

 

 


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