Deadly Infatuation

Katherine Reed

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"This time she will never leave me. She can't, I told her she would be mine forever, and forever it shall be. The cabin is now ready, prepared for her. The deep forest will give us the privacy we need. With nowhere to run, she will have to stay with me forever. The man inside of me loves her and wants to make a life with her. She is the only person he has ever wanted or even seen a life with. The monster, on the other hand, wants her chained in the basement, begging him to stop. He wants her to beg for her life. I don't know which side will win, but both sides want her. So I will have her, at all costs."

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 novembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645369066
• Langue: English

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Deadly Infatuation
Katherine Reed
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
Deadly Infatuation About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Lucas Acknowledgment
About the Author
Katherine Reed lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her three dogs, and her husband, Mark. She is currently attending Texas Tech University in hopes to attain her degree in English. She is surrounded by amazing family members who always push her to succeed. Music and writing keep her sane. Her favorite bands are Black Veil Brides and Dance Gavin Dance and she loves coaching volleyball. You will find her surrounded by loving friends and family all the time.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my friends and family that became my characters. To my lovely husband, Mark, for being my Cameron forever, and to Andy Biersack for being the Lucas in my mind. More importantly, I wrote this book for me; I told you so.
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Katherine Reed (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Reed, Katherine
Deadly Infatuation
ISBN 9781645369035 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645369042 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645369066 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020912294
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Chapter 1
“Lillian!” exclaimed a voice I was all too familiar with.
“Emma, I swear if you call me Lillian one more time, I will end you!” I said to her through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, Emma, she’s going by Lily now,” chimed Lexi, joining in my torment.
I just ignored them like I have done for as long as I can remember. Emma and Lexi, the dynamic redheads I call Satan’s spawn, or otherwise known as my two younger sisters. My mom got pregnant with them when I was eight years old. Twins! Some people said they would be a blessing, but now I know they were just being nice. Don’t get me wrong I love my sisters, they are all I could ask for and more; but I don’t know if I can handle being in the car with them any longer.
My family was going through a rough patch when the twins were born, my parents were shocked and stressing out about paying for not only three kids but four. My parents both worked around the clock to make ends meet. There was one summer when the girls were about three years old which was the hardest we had. I couldn’t drive so I watched them all day every day. I had to find creative ways to make Ramen noodles to appease two three-year-olds, that alone was a difficult task.
Keeping them preoccupied throughout the day was an even harder one. There were lots of days where we would stay outside in the Texas heat and I would spray them with the water hose, which of course meant that their diapers got heavy and saggy. They would strip off their diapers and run around our backyard butt naked, squealing with joy when they ran under the cold water, but continued to do it again and again. When they would finally got tired of being outside, I would bring them in and give them a bath (which was an adventure in itself) and put them in my bed with me and we would watch Wallace and Gromit until they fell asleep.
Right now though, I wish they hadn’t taken after me in their feisty attitudes. I have always been close to all my siblings though; to add on to my little red twins, I have a younger brother. James Jr. or J.J. is 16 and everything I wasn’t in high school. He’s popular, is in all clubs, and on the varsity baseball team. Recently he’s become elusive when it comes to family matters, but every now and then the all-popular, brown-eyed, and curly brown-haired little brother of mine will actually sit at home on a Saturday night. He would even watch movies with me, that is until today, it’s move-in day, the day my family was going to move me into an on-campus apartment for college and my life would change forever.
My parent’s minivan was stocked with all my belongings, with a trailer in the back pulling the rest of it. Sitting in the bucket seat of the minivan I looked at my parents. My dad is 6 feet tall with black hair and brown eyes. When he puts on a baseball hat, he looks 18 again. My mom is shorter than I am but other than the height difference she could be my sister. My mom has been my best friend my whole life, that is until the twins came into the picture and gave me two more best friends.
After a few minutes went by without a word from the girls, I turned in my seat to look toward the back of the van where the girls were sitting. “What’s going on guys?” I asked them, worried that they might need to go to the bathroom for the fifth time this trip.
They looked at each other and then back at me. “Well, Lily, we are going to miss you I guess,” Lexi said with tears in her eyes.
I looked back at Emma and saw that she was crying silent tears. I knew why they are crying; I had been there for them since birth, I was their go-to person when they needed things. I was the one whose bed they ran to after a nightmare. I felt like I was abandoning them, but I knew that I had to grow up, that this was normal.
We pulled into my new home, and I got out and hugged them both, crying a little myself. I turned us toward my new apartment and took in the view.
It was a single-story apartment with two rooms and two bathrooms. The outside of it was a dark gray with black shutters, and two white pillars that looked like they were standing guard by the front door. The apartments were all close together and seemed to have no privacy. The door itself was black to match the shutters; the apartment reminded me of the apartments I saw when I visited Boston during my Junior year of high school. There was a nice porch below the door entrance that was perfect for stoop sitting.
“Yay, you’re finally here. Your room is right by the kitchen!” my new roommate Laney Hartwell was explaining to me. I had one roommate that I’d grown up with that came to the same college as I did. Laney was almost as tall as I was; she was willowy with short hair as black as coal in contrast to my curves and long blonde hair. We met in the fourth grade, she was the new kid who wasn’t scared of anything, and I was the quiet girl who was always reading. When a girl in my class started to harass me the way kids do when someone’s different, it made my life hell. I loved to read at such a young age, and I was one of the only kids that would sit on the wall at recess and read instead of play with the other kids.
One day, one of the more popular little girls decided to take my Nancy Drew book away from me. She taunted me, making fun of my glasses and braces, calling me a loser. My parents always taught me to be kind to others, so I didn’t understand what I had done to this little girl for her to hate me this much. I ran away from her into the girl’s bathroom to cry my eyes out. About ten minutes later my Nancy Drew book was slid under my bathroom stall. I emerged from the stall with my book in hand to see that Laney had gotten it back for me.
It turned out Laney punched the little girl square in the nose to get my book back for me. I asked her how she knew how to punch someone, and she then went to explain how she had three older brothers. From that moment on she became my partner in crime and the only person to have my back no matter what. That’s how we survived high school, we had each other, and everyone knew that Laney knew how to throw a good punch, so they left us alone.
“Can we go now? I’m bored and hungry.”
“Of course, you are, James, it’s our last moment with your sister and you can’t just let us enjoy it. You know you won’t see your sister until Thanksgiving break J.J., that’s a long time,” my mom told my brother.
I could hear the longing in her voice, I knew leaving me was hard for her.
“Whatever, Mom, this blows,” I heard James tell my mother as he stalked out of my new apartment. I emerged acting like I hadn’t heard the whole conversation that had just happened between them.
Clearing my throat, I walked over to where they’d been standing. “Okay, Mom, I think I have everything settled; you guys should probably head home. I know the girls are tried and Dad looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days,” I said to her, trying to make it easier for them to leave without hurting my feelings.
“Are you trying to hurry us out?” my mom asked, looking defeated.
“Of course not, I’m just going to go to dinner with Laney and it’s a long drive home for you guys.” I paused and really looked at my mom for a second, reflecting on how much my mom had to go through to get me here.
“Thank you for everything, Mom.”
Driving five hours was not a simple task when you have an annoyed 16-y