Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) by Pamela Ann

Author:Pamela Ann
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Pamela Ann
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.”

- Angelina Jolie

20

When I got out of the shower, Carter was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, he went fishing with some of the gals and guys. I was somewhat relieved, but my mind was nagging me. Did he fuck some other girl from his army of skanks while I was in the shower? Amanda seemed to be following him everywhere. She was pretty gorgeous, but a skank all the same.

Harsh? Yeah, but she totally deserved it. I remembered her calling Carter incessantly (while we were still together) wanting to ‘kick it’. Seriously, ‘kick it’ was her code? Ugh!

I guess there are a few types of women this world has to offer—the loose women, the prudes, and the closeted whores. I guess, I fell in the closeted whore’s section. I do love sex, but I just don’t sleep around or steal someone’s guy. That’s just not me.

There were a bunch of people out on the lake and a few strolling outside just chilling, but I didn’t really know any of them. When I found Brody in the kitchen, I was hella relieved.

“Hey, Brody, do you know where the girls are at? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.”

Brody stopped drinking from his bottled water and looked thoughtful for a moment. “Try checking their rooms, they’re in the west wing. I think they’re talking or whatever.”

I gave him a quick wave. “Thanks bud.” I went back upstairs towards the west wing.

Sure enough, I could hear women’s voices talking inside the room but I couldn’t make out whatever they were saying from the hallway. With a soft knock, I pushed the door open. “Why are you all in here? The weather is bright and sunny outside!” I cheerily greeted the quiet crew.

All three women looked at me. Lindsey was sitting crisscrossed on the bed;, Amber was sitting on the couch hovering over a table with a bunch of credit cards splayed all over it; and Trista was standing against the wall looking pained.

Okay…

“Did I just miss something? Why are you guys looking all glum? Did someone just die?”

Trista just shrugged and kept staring at Amber. I looked at Lindsey for answers. “Amber’s parents are getting divorced.”

Oh, no.

I rushed to Amber’s side and gave her a tight hug. “Hang in there. You’re a tough cookie.”

Amber sadly nodded her and sniffed. Aw, she was obviously crying. “I hate this shit. I don’t know why dad had to cheat on my mom with a stewardess. A fucking STEWARDESS! How original. And now he’s buying the fucking whore a house in Malibu. What a fucking gold-digger. That home wrecker is killing my mom right now. My mom’s hysterical.” She sniffed again and wiped her eyes. “You know what the most fucked up thing is though? The stupid bitch is our age. Can you believe that shit? My father is banging a chick our age.

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