Raine's Haven by Shari J. Ryan

Author:Shari J. Ryan [Ryan, Shari J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-19T16:00:00+00:00

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Raine

Watching Haven drive off with her fiancé stirs something up inside of me, and I'm not sure what it is. I wonder what the douchebag knows or doesn't know about me. Haven may be full of apologies but did she ever consider telling anyone the truth, besides me? A sick part of me wishes for karma to take its effect on her life. I thought if I ran into her, maybe she'd be overweight or hideous. Now I see that karma did take her for a ride, and she's still holding on for dear life, ready to fall off at any second. The Haven I knew, or thought I knew, didn't want the life she's living. Well, good.

Feeling exhausted from this day, I debate returning to Crystal's side or going back to sleep on that nice bench in the park. "Raine," Crystal shouts. "Why you standing outside in your underwear?" Proving a point. I scratch at my brow and turn around to walk back inside. "Ready for round three?" Crystal runs her tongue across her top teeth, and I think she's trying to seduce me, but…I’ve had enough for one day and I just want to get some sleep.

"I'm beat," I tell her.

"You know what I can beat?" she says through a sloppy slur.

"Yeah, I think I’m good," I tell her, falling back into the bed. I fold my arms behind my head and close my eyes, ignoring the scowl on Crystal’s face. Yup, I’m using you for a place to sleep tonight. Deal with it. I’m expecting her to kick me out, but the bed bounces only seconds after I close my eyes. What the—? I push up on my elbows, looking down at Crystal, who's passed out with her mouth hanging open. Jesus. I push her to the side and roll over to try and pretend she isn’t here. I just need to forget everything that led up to falling asleep in this bed tonight and focus on the plushness of the bed I once called a wooden plank, years ago. The pillow feels like a thick cloud and the scent of detergent on the linen could be its own perfume as far as I'm concerned. Sleeping is no problem for me, but shutting everything else out is.

The stress of dreading my nightmares causes a weak spell of tremors to work through me, which means I'll have a sweet old migraine in the morning and an ache in my back that'll linger for the next week. Now that I’m getting closer to thirty, that's what my condition has developed into. More side effects of my mother’s lifestyle while pregnant with me. Thanks, Carly. I reach for my pants and snatch the bottle of pills out of my back pocket. The one good thing about prison was that they fed me the pills I needed to keep my body from going haywire every day. I tap the container into my hand, finding I only have one left. That’s that. It's back to the good old days of suffering.

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