Power (Romantic Suspense) by wright kenya

Author:wright, kenya [wright, kenya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K Wright Press
Published: 2016-07-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Mary Jane

A moron wants to hang himself, but the rope breaks and he gets a bad bump on the head. He goes to the doctor, gets some salve, rubs it on the wound, and then goes ahead and hangs himself again.

–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)

Ten days later.

Freedom at last! Let’s hope we don’t get into any trouble.

As Fuji drove me through Din City, I turned on the radio in the car. Acoustic guitar played along to a woman’s harmonious lyrics.

“Us, girls!” The singer strummed her guitar with the chorus. “Us, girls!”

I clapped. “Hells yes. That’s my song!”

“We’re going to heal the world with our flowers! We’re going to bloom in the sun for hours. Us, girls! Us, girls! We’ve got petals of power. Touch them or devour. There’s peace within our folds. There’s love that never gets old. Our flowers are made of gold. Us, girls—”

Fuji shut the radio off. “What the fuck was that?”

“Only the most beautiful song in the world.” I did my best to sing it, “Us, girls! Us girls!”

“God, no. Please don’t.”

“You didn’t even give the song a chance.”

“Sounds stupid. And how can people heal the world with flowers?”

“The flowers are metaphors for our vaginas, she’s trying to say—”

“Never mind.” He waved his hands at me, grimacing like I’d been waging a bloody tampon in front of his face and begging him to taste it. Guys could be so freaking squeamish about women sometimes. “You’re not allowed to touch my radio anymore. And get down, MJ, or I’m going to turn around and take you back to Noah’s loft.”

“Fine.” I reclined back down in the passenger seat that had been lowered all the way back so no one would see me riding with him. I felt like a damned kid, but hey, that was better than sitting in bed waiting for Noah to come home like I’d been doing for the last ten days. Instead of four enclosed walls, I got to look at the world as it passed by the window.

My phone buzzed, but I didn’t dare check it. Only two people called—Mom and Noah. Neither would let me fly free today. I needed to spread my wings for a few hours, before I choked on the prison bars.

Just one hour of freedom and I’ll call Mom or Noah back.

So giddy, I continued to hum the song and sing the lyrics in my head.

Us, girls! Us, girls! We’ve got petals of power. Touch them or devour.

Fuji scowled. “Please stop humming that, MJ. Now all I can think about is some guitar playing hippy crotch-thrusting her hairy vagina on a hill.”

“Interesting. You must’ve seen the video.” I winked with pure sarcasm. “And just because she’s a hippy doesn’t mean she doesn’t shave.”

He ignored me.

I returned to enjoying my window’s view. It should’ve been warm today with the approaching summer months, but a chill remained in the air. Leaves danced on the wind like it was fall. Grumpy, gray clouds hid the sun. Fuji had swaddled me in two blankets like a baby.

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