Although time seems to speed up when Breckon’s asleep, it can’t move quickly enough for me. With every hour that goes by I find myself more and more surprised that the depth of my agitation doesn’t snap me immediately into full consciousness.I think …This is going to sound completely freakish but...
At first my eyelids refuse to open fully, and when they do the weak winter light wafting through my window burns my retinas. My brain feels sluggish and confused as I take in my surroundings: the white chest of drawers and matching mirror across from my bed; a collection of freshly laundered clot...
Dad reserves a one o’clock tee time and I pile reluctantly into his Ford Taurus along with everyone else. The black-lit mini-golf place spews out thunderous pop-punk tunes as we play, making it easy for Brianna and me to blend into the background. Burke, on the other hand, careens around the fake...
They made lies a necessity from the start. We spent the odd night at their house for dinner or watching TV in the room off the kitchen and even fewer nights at my house, my mom happily presiding over the events. The rest of the time we were at the mall, the movies, the beach, or up in my room for...
His hands are gripping the steering wheel like it’s a life preserver, and one of his live jazz CDs is on the stereo. “It’s one lonely degree out there tonight,” a woman says, introducing the next song. “So let’s keep the atmosphere warm.” Her voice hangs on the last word, melting it into honey. T...
Scott repeats, puzzled as he follows me into the living room. “Who’s Freya?” “I mean Holly. Freya’s her real name. We had to—” Just then Dennis reels into the room in a light linen suit, asking, “What was the ruckus?” His expression changes from ann...