The Slumber Party: An utterly gripping and addictive psychological thriller by Shannon Hollinger

Author:Shannon Hollinger [Hollinger, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781803148915
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2023-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-TWO

LIZ THEN

1999

Everything feels out of control. Nothing is as it should be. Life has just gotten so… real. It’s flinging one thing after the next at me like an angry monkey and there’s no way I can escape, nowhere to hide.

It’s been two weeks since Sonny died. Mo still isn’t speaking to me. And the wound still feels so raw.

I don’t know what I expected, maybe it should have been this, but it wasn’t. Broken, yes, but not completely shattered. How can I force myself to move on when each breath is such a struggle? I need my best friend.

I thought everything would be okay, eventually. I knew it would take a while, but I thought that, one day, things would get back to normal. But I’m starting to worry that will never happen. That this is the new normal. I don’t think I could live with that, because this, the way things are now, is horrible.

Every night, Sami, Amy, and I pack into in Sami’s full-sized bed, but I haven’t been sleeping. My body feels heavy and sluggish. When I move, it’s with a weariness I’m unaccustomed to, like an injured person dragging their body against its will. I’m just so tired.

Last night, I heard Sami whisper in the dark, when she thought Amy and I were sleeping. She said, “What if things are never the same again?” So I know I’m not alone. I know that we’re both trying to push our worry and grief aside for Amy’s sake. I just wish we could go back in time and have things back the way they used to be.

This is the end of our senior year. We’re supposed to be focused on the prom we’ve spent years dreaming about and Mo and Amy’s eighteenth birthday bash next week, on our graduation at the end of the month. We’re supposed to be having the best time of our lives, not the worst.

Another surge of nausea rolls over me. I can feel it building. I feel it rising, curling, cresting. Running to the bathroom, I throw my arms around the cool porcelain rim of the toilet just in time as the wave breaks.

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