Broken (Book 1, The Watcher Chronicles) by S.J. West

Author:S.J. West [West, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Watchers Publishing
Published: 2013-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I quickly eat my breakfast, not wanting to stay inside my empty home any longer than I have to. After I wash the dirty dishes, I head over to Mama Lynn’s house. I see Faison and John Austin making out in his truck, parked in front of Mama Lynn’s home and rap the side of his charcoal-grey Dodge Ram with my fist. I see them both jump apart guiltily, which makes me laugh.

John Austin steps out of the truck and rushes me like a linebacker, picking me up in the air and twirling me around.

“Merry Christmas, almost-sister-in-law!”

“John Austin, put me down!” I say as authoritatively as I can through my laughter.

John Austin does as requested, but plants a peck on my cheek before letting me go. His tousled brown hair and happy brown eyes tell me he and Faison have been out here for a while, necking in his truck. If anyone is like a brother to me, it’s John Austin. He and Faison have been joined at the hip since we were all seven-years-old, so it was either learn to love him, or forever feel like a third wheel when around the two of them.

I had picked on Faison for saying she knew John Austin was the one for her when she first saw him in second grade, but a part of that was due to jealousy. She was right. He was the one for her, and to have found him at such an early age was a small miracle. I knew that within our circle of friends, their marriage would stand the test of time no matter what happened. Plus, he knew if he ever hurt her I’d shoot him and bury his body where no one would ever think to look for it. I was a highly-trained Watcher agent, after all.

“Be here at seven tonight,” I tell him. “You know Mama Lynn likes to go caroling no later than that.”

Faison walks around the truck and is quickly enveloped in John Austin’s loving embrace.

“I wouldn’t miss my baby’s singing for anything,” he says, giving me a conspiratorial wink before nibbling the side of Faison’s neck, making her giggle.

I just smile, because John Austin and I made a pact long ago to never openly discuss Faison’s lack of singing ability to one another in front of her or behind her back; though we do allow ourselves to give each other meaningful glances on the subject every once in a while.

I lean forward and grab one of Faison’s hands. “Come on; we gotta go deliver those cookies to people.”

Faison quickly gives John Austin one more lingering kiss on the lips before allowing me to drag her into Mama Lynn’s house.

“Mason came to my house last night,” I tell her as we make our way up the sidewalk. “I thought you were going to call to let him know I was sick.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I completely forgot to do that,” Faison’s tone tells me she’s anything but sorry. “So, what happened?”

I tell her.

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