Conspiracy by De'nesha Diamond

Author:De'nesha Diamond [Diamond, De'nesha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-10-27T04:00:00+00:00

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Floating in a drug-induced haze, Abrianna was back in her childhood bedroom again. Scared—no, terrified. Not of the dark. Not of the monsters that sometimes slept under the bed or in her closet. Those weren’t real to her anymore. The real monster slept down the hall—lying in wait until the entire house was quiet. Then he crept out of his room and tiptoed to hers—or her baby brother’s. The images crystalized. Abrianna’s twelve-year-old self slowed her breathing. She strained her ears to detect the slightest sound. The only thing she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat, hammering.

The hinges on the door squeaked as it opened. Abrianna’s heart leapt from her chest, clear into the center of her throat. He’s here!

Eyes wide open, Abrianna sprung upward in a bed, frightened—no, terrified. After a few deep breaths, she stuffed the old ghosts to the back of her mind and took in her surroundings.

The room. The bed.

None of it looked familiar.

Exhaustion failed to describe how tired Abrianna truly was, but somehow she mustered enough strength to put a little more brainpower into the morning riddle of Where the fuck am I?

Temples pounding, she now had a migraine that was out of this world. Snapshots from the masquerade flickered into view: the beautiful gowns, the flowing champagne, and the copious amounts of drugs she’d dumped in her system. She fell back against the bed’s pillows, ashamed and disgusted.

You are a junkie.

Abrianna’s stomach muscles clenched. In the next second, a river of bile rushed up and burned her esophagus. She slapped a hand over her mouth, peeled back the sheets, and raced to the suite’s adjoining bathroom. She barely got the lid up on the toilet before emptying the scant contents of her stomach. Unfortunately, her shame and disgust remained.

A quick wash-up at the sink put her face-to-face with her reflection. “Damn. I look a hot-ass mess.”

That, actually, was putting it nicely. Her carefully flat-ironed hair was now a kinky mess that could possibly snap a few hairbrushes in half. Her face was swollen, her eyes bloodshot.

“Just great.” She leaned in and examined her neck. Did that muthafucka choke me?

Images sped behind her eyes. The party. Mr. Lucky. Kitty. She gagged and raced back to dry heave over the toilet bowl. Her entire body became one large cramp. At some point, she laid her head on the cool, porcelain bowl and nodded back off to sleep.

When she woke again, her neck had a severe crick that made it nearly impossible to lift. I gotta get out here. However, she discovered that standing was still a challenge so she crawled back into the suite to look for her clothes.

A phone rang somewhere in the suite, rattling what few brain cells she had left around her head.

“Somebody answer that,” Abrianna groaned.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hey!” She clutched at her head at the sound of her own voice, but remained annoyed at Mr. Lucky’s motionless body. “What’s the matter with you? Are you deaf?” She pushed herself up onto her knees to shake his foot.

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