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Shock Me Twice by Shan R.K and Kady Co (3 Chapter Preview)

Lannie

A question answered

Our town, unlike most of the small towns was not separated into four or five different categories of people. There were only two :- The Billionaires that lived in the central and surrounding area, not too far from the river, and the South’ers ‘the lower class.’
Color, race and all that jumbo didn’t matter in our town, it was all about the black cards and the Benjamins.
The older people from the South either worked for the billionaires, had something to hide or were given sanctuary for silence.

But neither of the reasons they stayed here were good. Didn’t mean the youngsters had a poverty stricken life.

It also didn’t mean we were living in trailer parks. No, this was the billionaires town.

Nobody starved, no one begged.

Our crime rate was five percent and even that was only because a few years ago, a woman named Gina Lorne was found dead.
But as I said, it was years ago.

The people that ruled our small town had since gated up our entire community of seven thousand and twenty eight. Now those unwanted people weren’t even allowed past the gate.

No matter which side of the river or which side of the hills, there was no way some foreign person was entering without THE towns knowledge. None of the founding families would allow it.
It was why our small town, just on the Hills in Good Ol’ Texas, infamously known as Liston Hills was also known by another name, a name that would shock this very foundation we once called safe, better and clean.

The name was the billionaires nest, though still a talked about myth, it was very true.


The history of our small town all started with the founding families of Liston Hills- Orniel, Bray, Stone, Hugh and Delroy, five of the worlds most richest families coming together with one goal in mind- security for their own.
Security for their children, spouses and future generations. It marked one of the biggest business transactions made in 1883. The group jointly purchased the empty Hills and surrounding land to start a life here, away from all the common people.


Liston Hills wasn’t shown on the maps, not even as a paper town, and our town was very hard to find without knowing where you’re going.
For most people, Liston Hills was a fictional place, but to us, the people that stayed here- Our town was very real.


So real that like any other town we had our public schools and our private schools. And in our schools, be it private or in our case public, we had our jocks, that was Jordon Dean Gregory the fifth and his crew- our football team.

Then of course there were the cheerleaders. We, as in most of the schools population referred to them as the ‘Demon Squad’.

‘Yup, we don’t piss off the pompom girls.’

Let us not forget our nerds- the newspaper team that sucked and the science freaks. Yes, it was harsh, but I did mention we were a public school, so name calling was tolerated, especially in my case, I was one of them.


And like all Public schools we had our riff raff rebels. But here in Liston High Public, they weren’t known as rebels. No, sorry, they were the bikers, the children and teenagers of The Sin Rider’s Motorcycle club.
Of recent years, which pains one to mention we now had our trust fund group- the rich kids that belonged on the other side of the Hills, but for some odd reason they preferred to be here.


Well not all, rumor has it that a few years back Jace Stone was abducted and just dropped out of Liston High Private and attended school here, the other side of the River. Apparently Victoria Stone, Natasha Bray and Mason Bray followed. But rumor or not they didn’t belong here, and it wasn’t long when they ran back to their private education. It did however start a chain of habit.


The trust fund kids that didn’t have much adult supervision, or weren’t controlled by their parents like us normal teens, decided to come to our school. Less rules, less work, less stress.


This year 2018 our new trust fund group was actually all related and it didn’t take long for our welcoming committee to brand them as the weird ones. From their first day, they huddled together, choosing to rather sit with themselves than socialize with the rest of the ‘down-graders’.


Not for the females lack of trying. The twin’s Dallion and Dillon Snow were a sight for a girl’s hormones and a mother’s nightmares. They were that hot and with a slight British accent it was a crime of will.


Adam Snow, the middle one always wore a black beanie and long Goth clothing which was weird but hey, there was a reason we called them weird. Well, okay I admit I am the only one who calls them weird, everyone else just calls them the Snow brothers.


Reed Snow, however, was the weirdest of the lot, he was a Dan Brown conspiracy fan. Since the first day which was a few weeks back he has had his long brown hair and glass covered eyes stuck in a Dan Brown novel, and his fingers always jotting down notes ‘weird’.
So anyway enough about them, let’s get back to the story.
Now, while many stories start with once upon a time or a new girl in a new school, this one starts a little differently.


It all starts when Sarah West, one of the best cheerleaders to attend Liston Hills Public school since Victoria Stone, got kicked out of the squad for missing practice.

Sarah West

We can’t always hold life by the horns. I used to, but recently these last few weeks since tenth grade started I have been on the tale end of an aggressive bull. Today, I finally fell off and it wasn’t a pretty fall. It was the ugly type, the hard fall- where you crack a few bones, injure your back and howl in pain.


As usual, today, no different from these past few weeks I had been sociably late to every lesson in class, every practice with the squad. Meetings and outings with my soon to be new parents took a lot of time. Yup, I was the foster kid. Well, the only one that attended Liston Hills Public School.


“SARAH.” The shrill scream that came from Macy Ward, our cheerleader captain or as I love to call her our Loony Ward had me rolling my eyes.


Stretching out my legs, I held my foot to my butt with my right hand and after an insufferable minute of not answering Loony Ward I finally caved. Her eyes were currently staring daggers on my back.

The heat of her gaze, whilst welcomed as it felt like middle of winter with this cold front, I knew I was skating on thin ice.


“Yes Macy.”

I stopped my warm up and ignored the rest of the girls idling around and giving me their worrisome stares. The whispers weren’t really whispers as I watched Macy Ward’s chocolate complexion turn to crimson as her round eyes that have had most of the male population in our school drooling behind her since she first walked the hallways of Liston High Public, narrow on me.


“You have been late everyday these past two weeks, you are sloppy, yesterday you dropped Tiya on the floor which could’ve led to a serious injury. Now, I know you have the potential to do better but until then you are out of the squad.”
Her hands planted on her hips. Those pink painted lips pulling up in a really terrible pout was the last straw.


“You kicking me OUT?” I screeched, my fingers rolling up into tight fists, “I have worked my butt off to get where I am and you think you are just going to kick me out of the squad, I gave you power over.”

My steps drew me closer to Macy, the girls and Chad our only guy stood around watching our spectacle.
Macy vanished the rest of the distance until our chest were barely an inch or two apart, “Mr Lanco agreed, Mrs Frisco agreed, hell I bet the entire squad agrees, your squad days Sarah West are over.”

My laugh was hollow, my mind filled with thoughts of how easily it would be to just punch Macy in her face. Anger and a need for revenge filled me with mirth for Macy Ward.
“What?!!! If you think this is over Loony Macy think again, this means war.”


I bumped her shoulder as I marched past her and the rest of the squad who were clever enough to give me a wide berth to the stands.
Grabbing my blue Nike back pack I got for Christmas last year and my coke bottle I used as a water bottle, I left the sports centre as if I were on a mission.


Twenty nineteen wasn’t turning out as great as I’d hoped. It sucked in every major way. Well not every way, there was still one part of my life that proved to be a promising constant and that was my favourite book series, A Court of thorns and Roses by Sarah J.Maas. Without her books, without those stories of a strong heroine named Cerleun, I am not sure I would’ve survived Christmas and New Year. I spent it with my grandmother in Barfa.


The old witch drove me nuts. If she wasn’t drowning her ugly face in a bottle of vodka then she was dousing me with her irritant case of verbal diarrhea.
Why she found the need to torment me with the happenings of everybody else’s business was beyond me. Most of what she said anyway proved to be a bunch of bogus. It was just the pineapple vodka speaking.


Grandma Sue didn’t want me after my parents decided to hit the highway. But every holiday since my eighth birthday, the same year I entered the system, the state forced me to spend my holidays with her. For a fifty eight year old woman, she looked an easy sixty eight. Always drinking, always smoking, the woman didn’t know the word limit. She only understood limitless.


So imagine my surprise when she bought me a welcome back present. It was the first four books of A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sara J. Maas and that was the only reason I didn’t chew her up when she left me alone in her three bedroom dilapidated house on Christmas day to go drinking with her friends.
My feet ate up the distance from the sports centre which was separated from the schools building to the girls bathrooms. Turning the corner of the once white now graffiti colored wall, I headed toward the side door with the fire exit sign stuck in red on the top.


Pushing the old door open, my hands, not for the first time today felt icky and had me turning toward the basement stairs right on the left as my sneaker covered feet skidded on the yellow tilled floor that was covered in gum, dirt and various other germinating materials.


The basement had the best soap to wash all the dirt off. In the girls bathroom most of the time it smelt of urine and there was hardly ever toilet paper let alone soap to wash our hands. Since I started eight grade two years back, I had secretly used the basements toilet, and soap to clean my hands.
Certain, I wasn’t the only one as more than one occasion I had caught a few of the other kids either making out or bunking class in the basement. The basement was a no teacher zone.


The one place designated safe from the preying eyes of Ms Lurns, our principal. The woman was an incarnate of Satan himself. It was also the place Mr Cam- the cleaner kept all his cleaning supplies.


I moved down the stairs until I reached the grainy door that was covered in carved letters, red pen, tip-ex and even old gum. Twisting the door nob, I wasn’t in the least surprised the room was dark except for the small exit window that brought in the dull glow from the early afternoon inside the small place.

Moving with familiarly to the side wall just past the door I switched on the small light and dropped my bag on the ground with a loud thud.


My back bent as I took a sip of water, and with it an unmistakable loud creak sounded from behind me. I turned naturally to see who I would find this time.
My bottle dangled from my fingers, as my left hand planted itself on my hip, reminding me that I had to change out of this short purple skirt and into my worn jeans if I was going to make it home in one piece.


“Hello, anyone in here.” I whisper yelled as I walked further into the basement.
It happened again, only now the creak sounded like a chair scraping the cemented floor. Treading with care, I turned the corner to where Mr Cam kept the cleaning detergents on an old metal shelves and my eyes literally bugged out.
A good couple of seconds past in a frozen state, as I stood there, looking at the figure with the brown scared eyes strapped to a chair. My coke bottle left my hand, and made a loud noise as it fell to the floor.


The hand on my hip dropped as my body shook and the unknown person bucked, begging me to help. Then I screamed, and screamed and screamed. I couldn’t stop screaming. The longer I stared at the male , the harder it became to understand that he was tied to a school chair, with duck tape over his mouth and dried blood on his face.
His head dangled to the one said as if it cost him too much energy to lift it up. Dreary swollen eyes urged me to help, but all I could do was scream.
People barged in, surrounded us by the dozens. Some of the guys opened the tied up boy, others helped the boy out of the chair.


Lots of nameless faces pushed me, bumping me as they all tried to fit in the basement and get a front row seat to the show.
My teachers waltzed in and somebody grabbed me, lifting me up, while I was still making noise. Only I didn’t know whether it was tears or shock that kept my shrills at an all time high pitch. Hushing me was not going to work and whoever carried me figured that out quickly.


Not sure who it was, but I shoved my faced in the persons chest and quieted myself. It was a really nice, hard chest that smelled very clean. Yes, clean.
I was taken to the schools nurse, and a small pill was shoved into my mouth soon after. Everything after that was a blur.


There was nobody to call for me as I was a foster kid. And there was nobody to comfort me as I also only had friends that were on the squad and like I predicted and would’ve done to them, they shunned me.
It was times like this that I really didn’t like my life.

Bullet

“Yo, son, are you poppin’ in the shop after school, we can take the bikes to town, get some Mexican Mania, what do you say?” My dad’s tall broad shoulders and big belly took up my bedroom door as I slipped my blue converse on listening to his deep gruff voice.
My brown chin length hair fell forward into my face, obscuring my view of my dad for a minute. Once my shoes were on I stood up from my unmade bed and slid a hand through my hair. Taking a good look at my dad in his biker jacket, which we called a cut and an old faded jeans paired with his hard iron work boots.


“Yeah, Pop, sounds like one hella plan, I’ll tell Adam, his new bike needs a good run.”


“Yeah, tell him to bring the other’s too, we can make it a guys night. I’ll get Keira to watch Clay and pick up Brei. See you after school.”

Adam and I have been good friends since the beginning of eighth grade, that was three years back when I went to visit my cousin, Diamond at the Stones Estate for her birthday.

The place was an actual Estate with only two castles. And I say castles because they were huge, like hotel huge. Adam and his older brother Reed were at the cabin on the other side of the property where Diamond’s friend threw her a party. Adam and I were the youngest teens that night and just started talking. I gave the guy my number after he promised to hook me up with another gaming controller for my PS3 and since then we have been friends.


His brothers and I also got along but anybody else- Adam and his brothers, just shunned away, and called it trust issues. So basically without really saying it, I was the reason Adam and his brothers decided to attend Liston High Public School this year. I explained to them how different and more relaxed our school was from Liston High Private and the brothers were all in.

Their sister Brei wanted to join but we all agreed that the little trouble maker should stay in the private school. With their parents never home, Reed was the one in charge and he more than agreed to come this side.


He went as far as donating a new art class for the school. It all worked out, but I was just glad to have Adam around.


I haven’t been to school as yet, since my dad recently had his gallbladder removed. I stayed at home to make sure my little brother, Clay got to school on time and the workshop got open. My mom past on seven years ago from a car accident.
My brother, only three at the time, made a big difference in his life. He was young. Though, he remembered flashbacks of her, he wasn’t crippled by her death. Not like dad and I, we both had to step up to the plate.


One minute we were expectant men. My mom was a stay at home mother, so we were never short of a home cooked meal or a damp wash cloth when we ran a fever. Or getting my room cleaned. Then she was gone. I was just ten at the time, same age as Clay is now, and all of a sudden I had a three year old brother to look after, because dad couldn’t do it and run the shop and be the Enforcer of The Sin Rider’s Motorcycle Club, then still come home and cook.


So my brother fell on me, and I never complained, it is how I got my name Bullet.
My dad left the confines of my bedroom door, I listened attentively to his retreating form until I heard the front door open and close. I walked to my messy dresser and gave myself a quick once over before I slipped my cut on.
Four months ago I finally finished my prospect time for The Sin Rider’s MC and earned my cut as one of them. I was not ranked like my dad but I was one of them not just by birth but by time served too.


“Clay, move it bud, or your gonna miss your bus.” I walked toward my brothers bedroom door which was next to mine, and watched him as he straightened his striped tie.
His brown eyes that were identical to my moms and mine stared at me in irritation which was something I was used to.


Clay was almost as bright as my genius cousin, Diamond but his strength was more in computers and software. So my dad decided to send him to a better school, rather than push him to a higher grade, which I agreed.
Two years ago my brother started attending Liston Prep Academy. It was the best Prep school in Liston Hills and on the other side of the Hills.


When my mom passed away she left us with insurance and a good size savings for my brother and I. My dad’s shop was the only Mechanic shop in Liston Hills that actually knew how to fix a car, so we weren’t hurting for cash. Didn’t mean we were going to be living on that side of the Hills, it just meant that we didn’t have the stress that a lot of the South’ers had. Not that they had much issues, I mean we weren’t living in flats or one bedroom state houses. Most of us lived in three bedroom houses and drove decent cars. The South’ers weren’t dirt poor, we just didn’t have millions let alone billions.


In Liston Hills it was the one thing that separated us. The ones on the other side of the hills called it hierarchy but like my cousin, Diamond who befriended Kylie Bray, a born Billionaire, trust fund girl, I befriended Adam Snow. The Snow family was no Bray or Delroy but they owned Airspace and one of the biggest tiling companies in the world. They were also originally from England.


Like Kylie Bray, the Snow brothers were down to earth. They didn’t care about ‘hierarchy’ they cared about trust and loyalty.
After getting my brother on the bus, I finally took my motorbike and got to school.
Yesterday, Adam called and said that he had to see me today. My initial plan was to get back to school tomorrow but since the call, I changed my mind.
I parked my bike next to Dallion’s black Dodge. Most of the students were still in the parking lot talking in their groups. Some screamed as they laughed and argued, whilst others jumped off the hoods of some peoples cars.


A few of the students were on their skateboards doing monkey flips around the rest of us. All in all, it was just another normal day at Liston High Public. It was good to be back.
I grabbed my back pack out of my carry and threw it mid-air, caught it with my hand and slid the black object straight up my arm until it was over my shoulder. My eyes squinting in the bright light. I didn’t need to know the girls were all gawking at me, when I did that. It was a smooth move my dad taught me. He said girls dug that move, it was how he got my mom, just wished I had my glasses.
Last fall, a few months before our year end school party, I got in a bit of a fight with some prick and my glasses were smashed, since then I had been too proud to let my dad know I damaged my lenses.


Yes, I was a biker who wore glasses.


“Bullet, my man, where the hell have you been? I thought we were going to have to hunt your ass down this weekend.” Turning around slowly I seated myself casually on my bike and looked at the guy in front of me with a small one eyed open stare. His buggy blue eyes and black spiked hair and small beard, reminded me of a pixie with a beard, never seized to amaze me.
He was so tiny.


“Kenny my man, why you still sporting that kitty beard?” I lifted my hand out for him to shake, he took it giving me a brotherly hug with a pat on my back,

“One eyed man, leave the beard alone. Why is everyone after my man hair.” He rubbed his bearded chin as his grin grew bigger at whoever he stared at behind me.

“So I heard Moonshine is joining us this year,” I announced with a secret smile of my own. Moonshine was the daughter of our club president, Shoelace.

The girl was home schooled her entire life and nobody believed that her dad finally let her out of his sight to attend school. I, myself was shocked by this very new, and sudden information.

“Who do you think I’m looking at right now?” He smiled, licked his lips and still looked beyond me.

Turning my head, I stared over my shoulder and finally spotted the girl he was so engrossed in.
Man, my dad was going to rip me to shreds if he saw me looking at her with the thoughts playing in my head. Moonshine was a boys dream and a girl’s enemy.

She skilfully straightened her leg back, slipping it over the black and silver Harley with a finesse only mastered by a person who was one with the bike they rode.
Moonshine was Shoelaces only kid, he taught her how to ride a bike when she was like four, well maybe eight. I remember when she turned ten, and her dad brought her to see her Aunt Jen.

She was already riding her dads Harley up Hill side. Now, she was all grown up. I wonder if sending her here was her dad’s idea.
Her golden hair fell in waves to her waist, as she flung her satchel over her left shoulder.

Her ripped check shirt skewed to the left and a small piece of flesh was made visible. More than a few people stopped to watch her.
“Her dad will kill us if he knew we were staring.” Kenny whisper yelled, and it was the truth. A huge reason to drop my eyes and get to class, but I still stood and drooled.
Her dad had been gunning for me since they first moved to Liston Hills, that was three years ago.
The club needed a President so our Mother Chapter in Los Angeles sent Shoelace since the guys we had weren’t so thrilled with the choices. Shoelace was the Vice President in L.A, and spent most of his time here visiting family anyway.
So, no one lifted an eyebrow when he joined and was voted President by the main members.


Moonshine spotted us as Jaden Newt did a double flip with his skateboard. Not long after, she faced us and waved. I waved back, no point ignoring her.
She wasted no time walking toward us. Kenny nudged me, whispering ‘stay cool, stay cool.’
Not sure whether he was talking to himself or me.
Her ripped jeans that fit loose were covered in tip-ex and red marker pens. Knowing her friends probably wrote some stuff on them as good luck, I thought it looked cool. It was our thing in The Sin Rider’s MC, whenever one of the youngsters had something important happening, we’d write either on the skin or clothes.


“Bullet and Kenny, I knew I’d be seeing you guys, but not this early in the morning. I heard Travis and Beans were supposed to give me the run down. If I knew you two were actually going to arrive on time I would have liked to have the option.”
“Next time Moonshine.” I said to her, and tried hard not to stare when her brown eyes lit up with interest.


I liked my President’s daughter and I knew she crushed on me too, but the thought of how much her father’s fist would be liking on my face and other parts of my anatomy made me stay away.
Moonshine was more than eager to go where I didn’t think we should be going. But like all rebels I couldn’t say no to a girl as pretty as her. Not for long anyway.
Kenny cleared his throat, opening his legs slightly.
I think he thought it looked cool, but I told the brother that it made him look weird when he did it, and then the hunched back.
He copied that from Adam, it looked good when Adam did it because he was Six foot two, Kenny was five foot four.


So when Kenny did it, he resembled the skinny version of an ogre, “Yeah, I don’t think your dad would be cool with you havin’ options Shine. Beans and Travis are your cousins hence why your daddy said you should get the tour from them.”
I grimaced and turned my head to the side as I watched Moonshine’s smiling face redden in anger at Kenny’s words.


Moonshine hated it when someone pointed out the obvious, ‘DADDY CALLS THE SHOTS’. She hated it more when it was the truth.
“I am just going to ignore what you just said and save my knuckles for when I have a worthy opponent.”
I chuckled at her comeback knowing what she meant.
Last spring, we were all up at the local pool club when Kenny gave mouth to Vice, Moonshine’s best friend. Vice was also The Sin Rider’s road captain, Kingpin’s daughter. She’s half the size of Moonshine and knocked Kenny out with a punch to his sternum.


It was the most hilarious thing I have ever seen.
Principle Lurn’s voice echoed through the speakers around our school, to get to class. It was a recorded message, one of the many things our principle did that made us groan.


The three of us walked toward the school doors, following the crowd of other students. Moonshine stepped in next to me and I should have said something about it, I didn’t.
“Have you heard that the school is under investigation?” Moonshine asked me as we reached the old glass doors,
“Ah no. It’s my first day back, remember!” I replied as I walked toward the male lockers.

Moonshine on my heel whilst Kenny disappeared in the crowd of on goers.
“Word is, three days ago someone found a boy tied up in the basement.” She stated with a little bit of eagerness that if it was anyone else, I would be worried, but when Moonshine said it like that I just couldn’t help but wince. Most likely, they were going to look at the rebels, which was the bikers, meaning us.


“Have you gotten a name of the boy who was tortured?.” I asked her as I reached my locker and started keying in the code.
“Nope, but I’m sure I can get one, see you later,” She mused and I didn’t stop my eyes as they looked deep into her hazel depths with a secret promise that I couldn’t keep.
“Go to class Moonshine.”
She chuckled, shaking her head, before she finally saluted me, then turned on her heel and left me standing by my locker.
Watching her go as her legs got further across the hallway I didn’t stop the rational thought embedded in my brain.
Yeah, I am going to hell.

You know her

Three days are already gone since the mysterious abduction and torture of Percy Daniels- the nerd everyone hated.
Including me, well not particularly hate, more like can’t stand. The whole school could’ve been guilty, even the teachers. But, like any mystery, there was always the most probable suspect. It seemed as if life just didn’t want me to catch a break.

This will be my first official book co written with Kady Co. To all of you, there will be an awesome Shock Me Twice Game coming soon. All paperback purchasers who tag me on a social media post with a picture of you holding a paperback copy of Shock Me Twice will automatically be entered to our big giveaway hamper worth $300.

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School Me Season 4 (Page 7)

Liston Hills School Me Season 4

“I wasn’t aware that the latter was even a thought.” Reagan’s face practically burns in anger.

To think that a few years ago this time, we would never have been seen in the South, or on other ends of the invisible line. And today, we are in a diner on the South side of town, standing on opposite ends. In love with the same girl. Life.

A group of bikers stand behind us. A girl that suspects one of us killed her father, or knows who did, sits right in front of us. And the one girl, Reagan and I have allowed to between us. We are all in one room.

“Can we all just sit down for a minute,” My sweet Vixen, always trying to tame a fire when she senses the beginnings of one.

I shrug in response as Reagan looks at Dainy as she slides back into the opposite side of Lizzie.

Reagan chooses the seat next to Lizzie and I take the one next to Dainy. The waiter must sense the tension dissipate for now.

She comes to the table and takes our order.

“Why didn’t you guys order for me.” I roll my eyes at Dexter’s accusatory question as he takes a chair from the other table and seats himself next to me.

“You in dark denims, and a biker jacket, I don’t think a milkshake is what you want,” Lizzie muses with a secret smile of her own. Dexter informed me of their extra mural activities and her growing relationship with Mason. Biting my tongue, is my only response to it.

It has been a while since I have seen Mason, we have never been close, he was a year older than I am, and where I strive off my family name, Mason does everything to hide who he truly is. I wonder why is that.

Dexter winks at Lizzie as the waiter walks to our table with a tray of milkshakes, “You are right about that, but some cake and a pepsi isn’t off the table.”

“Enough with the chit chatter, what the hell are you doing with the bikers? The Sin Rider’s aren’t our friends Kent.” Reagan says as he looks between Dexter and I.

Here is the thing, I could tell him a part of the truth, but Dainy would call me out on my bullshit, and I didn’t want her to know, I had just employed an entire Clubhouse of bikers to protect her.

So I lie, “We are trying to find out if they knew anything about Lizzie’s father. Dexter filled me in and I thought I would try and help out. My father is quite taken with your mother. ” I ignore the bitter taste in my mouth as I think of that woman. A Trent, tramp.

“And Mr Delroy asked me himself if Sabastian and I could find out a few things, apparently the Sin Riders knew something.” Dexter adds, and though it is bullshit, Reagan believes it, because to him, Dexter Kent is the Delroy’s lapdog. The thought makes me smile, when I think of how untrue it is.

“Why are you here?” Dainy asks Reagan.

“Yeah, Orniel, what are you doing here?” Dexter adds.

“Thought I was coming to save your ass from a beating.” He replies before he lifts his milkshake and takes a sip.

Dexter puts his hand on his heart, and I inhale a deep breath for patience.

“Who said I needed saving, maybe I was hoping to start a brawl on the wrong side of the tracks. It will be good for my reputation.”

I roll my eyes, “Enough. I need to get Dainy home.” I tell them.

“I can do that.” Reagan says.

“No need, we are staying at the Estate tonight.” I tell him.

“I am right here, can I think for myself,” Dainy voices out.

“No.” I say as Reagan says yes.

What happen Dainy, feeling a bit left out? Or maybe you just want Lover-boy to noitce, that you are in fact there. Either, you better watch out Dainy, or you might find yourself in the middle of a man fight.

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School Me Season 4 (Page 2)

Liston Hills School Me Season 4

“Hey, have you seen Dainy.” I am standing in front of Dainy’s house. I was in the middle of practice when I saw her and Sabastian having it out. Not sure what the hell was going on. I wanted to run and go to her but I couldn’t.

The game was in less than a week and coach was getting aggravated with our newbie, Curt Dawson. The guy was a 9th grader that just moved to Liston Hills. His parents were known internationally for their generous contribution to the world’s aids organization a few years back. Rumours in the tabloids hinted the family had tight connections with the USA’S most notorious crime family, the Sanati’s.

Why they decided to move here was something I wanted to know. It was only after practice did I decide to forgo my shower and rush to Dainy’s house.

Now I am standing by the door, looking at Aiden, his hair is ruffled and his face is pulled into an ugly scowl.

“She’s at the cabin, with Sabastian, I suggest you give them space. They need to talk.”

I frown as my gut clenches, knowing that it is my insecurity. Doubt has an ugly side, especially when it is directed to my friend, and my girl.

“Does she love him?” Not sure why the words leave my mouth, why I even bother asking her brother.

“Yes, she has loved him for years, but I know Dainy has loved you for longer, he was the one in the background. While you chased panties Sabastian has been playing for keeps with my sister. And frankly, I am glad it isn’t an Orniel who she’ll choose.” He slams the door in my face and for once I don’t lose my fucking shit.

Sabastian’s words ring in my head, “She is mine.” He said it that night on the roof top of his house. The day Sabastian finally came clean about his feelings for Dainy, and it was true when he said that I knew deep down she was his. I just chose to ignore what I already knew because the truth was something that didn’t work in my favour.

Dainy does love me, but I know she loves Sabastian too. The question is what to do about that. I won’t just give up, I am an Orniel. I get what I want and I want Dainy Hallow to be mine. She is mine dammit.

I am not just going to give my girl up, not without a fight and maybe even then. I get to my car and jump in. I need to clear my head and think, before I do something stupid, like going to the Cabin and finishing what I started with Sabastian.

“FUCK.” I slam my hand on the steering wheel as I speed down the road at an insanely high speed. I head straight toward town. The night is clear, a contrast to the state of my mind.

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School Me Season 4 (Page 3)

Liston Hills School Me Season 4

I keep picturing her face in my head as she ran away from Sabastian. The lost look on his as he kicked the bin on his way, following her, no doubt to wherever she disappeared to. There was a moment, just a split second that I thought sorry for him. But, how do I feel that when I am in love with the same girl. She is mine dammit. He left her here. She chose me. Why do I feel like I am just a could be and not a should be.

My phone rings as I skip the red robot.

LIZZY flashes on the screen.

“Hey cousin.” Lizzy and I haven’t spoken since I apologized at school. Come to think of it I haven’t seen her since that day.

“Hi Reagan, you still want to help with my dad’s murder.”

I offered her my help a few days ago after Mason filled me in with the reason to why Lizzy was in town. I thought she will tell me to fuck off so this is a surprise. But a welcome one.

“Yeah, what do you need.”

“I am at the dinner on the other side of the river.”

“What the hell are you doing there?”

“I think I found someone who might know what happened to my dad, her name is Kirsten Bellare. She was Gina’s friend.”

I make a sharp u-turn and head in the opposite direction. I haven’t been to Liston Hill’s downside since we played against Liston Hills Public a few months back. The place was the rough end of our small town. The people in the South didn’t come to the suburbs unless they had to. We all stayed where we belonged. Well, we did before. Things have changed now in the last year, Mason, Rae and Natasha attended the Public school and some of the teens from the downside attended our high school on a scholar ship.

I wasn’t an ass-hole, I believed in helping those who showed potential but the ones who attended our school on a scholarship, didn’t deserve it. They were the kids of our parents employers who were clever enough to get dirt on our parents or suck up enough that people like my dad decided that a pay check wasn’t enough.

“I’m on my way, send me your geo location.”

“Sure, just hurry, Dexter is here, and things look like they are about to go south fast.”

She clicks the call off and dread follows me as I put more juice going 140k’s an hour. I know Dexter and trouble are best friends.

Hello to all our new subscribers and a big awesome Howdy to all of your guys. I will be posting shortly on my new upcoming book ‘ Shock Me Twice’ which I wrote with 8 year old Kady-Co. It is a Young Adult Series that focuses on a group of kids who attend Liston Hills Public School and solve mysteries. Really great stuff.

At the end of this post right below, I have posted a youtube video, “Not the School Me Playlist’ Another one with the trailer of Shock Me Twice. Please share it with your family and friends, or that special someone in your life.

Thank you guys and I hope you are loving Season 4 thus far.

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Trailer for Shock Me Twice

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School Me Season 4 (Page 1)

She is mine, I won’t give her a chance to say no.

Hurt comes in all different forms, times, places and the depth of it varies. For me the way I feel right now, it is the depth of the pain I feel.

That depth goes into my being, it suffocates me from the inside out. It clings to my soul. How did it all come to this, how did my life become so complicated when all I ever wanted was for it to be one of peace. Easy.

I have sat at this window many times before, staring into the distance. Once upon a time, on the days like these, all I wanted to do was sit here, my mind clouded in thoughts of one man, as that said man watched me from the lone seat while he savored his bourbon, sip by sip.

Only today, it is tainted. The rain washes away the remnants of the morning, a mirror to my angry out lash.

“Are you sure?” I ask him.

He is behind me, I know because of his reflection in the glass. His hands in his pocket, forever the refined man. Sabastian was groomed to be an imposing force before he was even born. It runs in his genes, his blood.

He will never be any other way, but the man who will hold your world up with just his determination, and bring it crashing down with his will. He will weaken you, and rebuild you until all you see, need and want is him. You can’t deny it, I can’t deny him.

“Yes, the test was negative.” He says, and the relief in my shoulders is nothing compared to the one in my heart.

A month ago, Sabastian had sex with my friend, Victoria Stone. He came clean to me a few days ago. It was then we finally had out talk. We put an end to our silence and a beginning to something more.

Victoria’s pregnancy was the one thing that caused a problem between the two of us. He would have to be there if she was pregnant and I would have to come to terms with how I feel about it. How he felt about Reagan and I.

Reagan, who I haven’t said a word to this last month, besides that we were done. I didn’t even apologize.

Thank you for reading. Below is a Youtube playlist, feel free to listen or add a few songs. And for those of you who have no idea what is happening, below is links for the first 3 seasons of School Me


School Me Season 4 Playlist

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School Me Season 4 (Page 1)

She is mine, I won’t give her a chance to say no.

Hurt comes in all different forms, times, places and the depth of it varies. For me the way I feel right now, it is the depth of the pain I feel.

That depth goes into my being, it suffocates me from the inside out. It clings to my soul. How did it all come to this, how did my life become so complicated when all I ever wanted was for it to be one of peace. Easy.

I have sat at this window many times before, staring into the distance. Once upon a time, on the days like these, all I wanted to do was sit here, my mind clouded in thoughts of one man, as that said man watched me from the lone seat while he savored his bourbon, sip by sip.

Only today, it is tainted. The rain washes away the remnants of the morning, a mirror to my angry out lash.

“Are you sure?” I ask him.

He is behind me, I know because of his reflection in the glass. His hands in his pocket, forever the refined man. Sabastian was groomed to be an imposing force before he was even born. It runs in his genes, his blood.

He will never be any other way, but the man who will hold your world up with just his determination, and bring it crashing down with his will. He will weaken you, and rebuild you until all you see, need and want is him. You can’t deny it, I can’t deny him.

“Yes, the test was negative.” He says, and the relief in my shoulders is nothing compared to the one in my heart.

A month ago, Sabastian had sex with my friend, Victoria Stone. He came clean to me a few days ago. It was then we finally had out talk. We put an end to our silence and a beginning to something more.

Victoria’s pregnancy was the one thing that caused a problem between the two of us. He would have to be there if she was pregnant and I would have to come to terms with how I feel about it. How he felt about Reagan and I.

Reagan, who I haven’t said a word to this last month, besides that we were done. I didn’t even apologize.

Thank you for reading. Below is a Youtube playlist, feel free to listen or add a few songs. And for those of you who have no idea what is happening, below is links for the first 3 seasons of School Me

School Me Season 4 Playlist
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School Me Season 1-4 News

Hello to all of you bloggers and subscribers. I have disappeared recently. But, I am back now. I have been sorting out my books and writing more books and figuring out how to make the blog better. I like to think out of the box and I want to provide a quality experience that is both entertaining and informative to all of you. Unfortunately I had to also let my marketer go which was a major set back in my life, working a full time job and still maintaining my identity as a full time parent and writer can be a challenge. That is putting it lightly, but I love blogging and writing.

I needed to take a few months to come up with a schedule and a solid plan as to how I am going to do everything. I have done just that, I have realized recently the power of time management and the joys of saying no to a lot of stuff and people.

I have also recently stopped ghost writing and researching on the weekends, in order to focus more on the blog and writing. I thought the sudden change would be nerve wrecking as it is a big source of my income and as a single mother, that could be a stressful decision, however, that was not the case when I stopped a few weeks back. I actually find that I am more at peace. I now have a clear vision in where I am going and the way I wish to give back to the writing community as well as assisting our youth of today and tomorrow.

Making a difference in peoples lives has always been a goal of mine, no matter how small or large that difference is, helping someone in anyway is important. We can change the world one person at a time.

I know I have gotten off track, my apologies, so let us get back to the topic of this blog, shall we.

School Me Season 1 started late 2016 and it is now 2019, and I hope that season 4 kicks off (Again) with a big bang. A lot of people that have joined recently have not read the first three seasons. I wanted to make the three books free for a limited time, but I am not able to just yet. As one knows I pay to have the blog and the time and effort it takes to keep it running is time consuming. I offer the free content on a day to day basis and will be offering more free content, such as deleted scenes, playlists and a lot more to come up in the weeks that follow.

And maybe in time I will be able to start up the giveaways shortly. Which I think is an excellent idea. Unfortunately after the season is over, I take the work and compile it into a book and sell it for 1 to 2 dollars to try and cover the cost of the blog or at least some of it.

There is some exciting news, so read on.

School Me season 4 will be starting up from June 3rd 2019. The page a day will be sent straight to your inbox and comments and suggestion will be allowed on Goodreads, Amazon, the Website and Youtube (Yes, you have heard correctly). I am going to be posting from season 1 on to a Youtube channel called Liston Hills Series. I will post the link closer to the time and it will be 100% free to enjoy. But for those of you who would like to purchase the books and catch up in time for season 4, below is the links for the books. All books will be getting paperback copies that are going to be affordable for everyone.

Thank you for your patience and understanding and stay tuned. I am going to be posting a news letter tomorrow with sneak peaks from Killers story and Capo Dei Capi’s release date and my upcoming book I wrote with my 8 year old daughter, Kady-Co, titled ‘Shock Me Twice’ (It is a futuristic, young adult series based on Liston Hills teens) It is a 10k word book for teens and young adults.

A year ago Sabastian Delroy left Liston Hills and a heartbroken Dainy Hallow with it, now he is BACK. Only things aren’t how he left it. Seems like Ms Hallow isn’t up for the taking but fear not, a Delroy always gets his girl. 

Follow the lives of Liston Hills Elite in this twelve part series as they learn that money might make the world go round but it doesn’t guarantee you happiness. 

But hey, if you’re lucky, it just might buy you a whole bag of hurt. 

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Liston Hills is back with a vengeful twist and Dainy Hallow and Sabastian Delroy are the main suspects. Hold on Liston Hill’ers, Dainy Hallow might just be favoring orange soon. 

The small town of Liston Hills, takes a wrong turn when a Gina Lorne is found dead in the towns RIVER. Sabastian and Dainy’s secrets surface as they relive the past and turn to Kylie Bray for help. Reagan Orniel knows how to catch attention when he goes missing after an encounter with his estranged relative turns bad.

And who is Lizzy Trent? All that and more in the 2nd Season of School Me 

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THE ELITES ARE BACK IN THE THIRD SEASON OF LISTON HILLS 

 Welcome back Liston Hill’ers. Secrets have a way of shedding light to an unanswered question. But, some secrets, they stir up a mountain of problems. Sabastian Delroy might be getting soft, when he gets a threatening call from a stranger. Looks like he just made a new enemy,or was it his past saying hello? Dainy takes a trip with Kylie Bray, but things don’t go according to plan. Ms. Bray’s intentions might not be as noble as Dainy thought. Watch out sweet Dainy, playing with a sinner might just get you a ticket to hell. Lizzy gets closer to finding out who killed her father, and comes face to face with Mason Bray. Be-careful new girl, a Bray is a Heart-breaker.

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School Me S4 News

Happy Sunday Awesome People

A big welcome to all our new subscribers and a huge hello to all of you awesome Liston Hiller’s. Recently I haven’t blogged for good reason. I have started prepping for Season 4 of Liston Hills.
This season is going to be bigger and better. Thanks to all of you guys for signing up and following the Liston Hills Series. The blog is going to be better as of tomorrow when we kick off with School Me S3 recap. School Me Season 1 and Season 2 is both available for sale online. The links can be found on my website https://shanrk.com . Hard Copies and Paperback will be available sometime this week. Also to the newbies if you haven’t read Season 1 and Season 2 of School Me please follow my youtube page as of tomorrow when I will be posting the content on youtube or purchase the books online. As you guys can see at the bottom is a picture of what looks like a news paper article. I was messing around one of the days with adobe and desygner when I found this news paper article theme. So I got this idea. To make Liston Hills more alive and real, every Saturday starting from March 2nd, I will be doing a news paper article on Liston Hills. I am going to start posting the youtube videos, playlist and everything else on Liston Hills all in the menu button. So take a look and let me know what you think. There will be surprised guests in Season 4 with some giveaways and competitions. Before- I didn’t allow comments on the blog, but this season will be different. You guys are welcome to comment on the blog and as well as send me your emails. And to those of you that one signup below is the subscription link. Just add in your email address and wala you are a member of our Liston Hills Family. I look forward to hearing from you guys and I am so happy that tomorrow has arrived. I have been consumed in the preparations of getting the blog up and ready. So believe me when I say I am excited for tomorrow.

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School Me Season 3 Recap 2

Sabastian

“Didn’t know you were up here.” My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him. I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose. “Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say “Yes, I would’ve thought you’d invite Dainy.” I smile at my fathers attempt to snoop, “Not yet, I never liked catfishing.” He laughs, “It has its disadvantages, but still the best way to catch a big fish.” Shaking my head my smile widens as I move a few steps closer to my father who is standing by the oak stained door. “I’ll keep that in mind old man.” He closes the gap between us. My father is at least four inches taller in height. He puts his hand on my shoulder, making sure he has my full attention. Which he always does. “I’m proud of you son, you did what you had to, you protected her. That is a man Sabastian. Us Delroys, we only love once, she will come back.” He looks pass me when he says that , his mind going somewhere in the past. It isn’t the first time I wonder about his special woman. My grandfather once told me that my father was in love with his best friend, until she fell in love with someone else, a man from the other side of the tracks. I never did know who it was that ripped my father’s heart. He seems to catch his brain somewhere. Dropping his hand from my shoulder, shoving it into his pocket, he smiles tightly. His shadows and secrets there for me to see, but my father is such an accomplished man that even I wouldn’t dare cross him, or question him. “Let’s go have lunch son.” The sound of the Jet sounds the air as he finishes that sentence, and It takes everything in me not to turn around. We sitting downstairs on the deck, the outside breakfast table set with a variety of cheese, fruit , nuts, and cold meat. I’m sipping on my ice tea, whilst my father reads the paper. The Suns rays shinning directly on the swimming pool when my phone chimes. I admit that my first thought is Dainy but that hope quickly dies a humiliating death, she won’t be dialling out as she is with Kylie and one of the things I asked Kylie to do was keep my vixen busy these next two days . “Delroy.” I say, answering the blocked number. “Stop digging or you and your little bitch will be wearing orange suits pretty fucking soon.” The call is cut, and the male raspy voice rings in my ear. I remain cool and collective even though I am completely pissed off. My father remains reading and I push my chair back in a polite manner. “Not finishing your tea? Did Sheila make it too sweet ?” My father asks not dropping the paper from his face. “Tea was lovely as always, I’ve got some business needing my attention, I will see you tonight dad.” I button up my suit jacket and walk around the house. My mind, body, even my blood is wanting to run and track this fucker down, then destroy him. Nobody threatens my Vixen and gets away with it. As I round the corner phone still in my hand I speed dial Kent. “If it can’t wait until next week don’t let me know. I’m stacked,” He says in greeting. Normally I find his dry sarcasm slightly amusing, today somebody I don’t now got a hold of my number. Today some strange man threatened Dainy. Today I think I just might have found out who killed Gina. “Meet me at the cabin, someone just threatened Dainy.” I put the phone down but not before I hear his muttered fuck. “So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on. I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.” “I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.” He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck. “They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.” “Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?” “As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?” He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
A Delroy always protects their own
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School Me Season 3 Recap

Dainy

It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week since I’ve seen Sabastian.

We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.

We laughed,

we fought,

sharing glances of heated history,

while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural.

But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself ,

a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch.

Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again.

It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house.

As a good sister and friend I offered to help him unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing.

Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember.

Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter.

To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were.

Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl.

It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.

As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan.

Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted.

I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother. I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night. There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth. I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does.

Reagan can’t just leave me.

I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover. It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war.

My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind.

But my mind , my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.

My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me.

“Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch.” That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high.

I’m just sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone.

My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair.

Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute.

My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denims , boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray.

We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts.

“Are we living or dying? You said eleven it’s nine.” I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own.

Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and it’s Kylie,

She is a legend what would she want with me.

But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why she’s currently standing in my house and my bags are packed by the door.

Sabastian

Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex.

The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. With it a deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me.

I left Liston Hills , I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all.

Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her.

These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster.

I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And everyday, a longer wait for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes , closes.

I stare out the window of the third floor of The Delroy Mansion watching Dainy jump into the Jet, but my eyes don’t pause on her as they normally do. My eyes go to the jaded one, that was once like me, Kylie Bray.

She once loved, not long ago and now look at her. She smiles when she feels the need to, does as she has to, but behind it all she is as hard as a steel volt.

I saw Kylie a few weeks back, with Dainy, Jace and Dexter. I barely recognized the Bray heiress.

Her eyes that once flickered with youth, love, passion and a drive for life ,were dim, dying a painful excruciating death.

I saw Kylie again this morning when she landed upon my request to get Dainy away from here for the weekend. She didn’t give me any of her false pretenses, she kept for some people. She let me see the death in her eyes, the monster she was slowly becoming.

I wasn’t surprised, because my father and many of our fathers have that same look. We are born in money , but we are cursed in love. People like us aren’t happy. We are too greedy.

Lies, become more lies, murder becomes a natural part of life and the secrets, the secrets pile up. They eat away at our soul. Until we are nothing but a shell of hard shield.

Honed to keep moving, driven to succeed. And no matter who, or what stands in our way we are taught that there is no other way but to remove the obstacles.

That is the end for today. Stay tuned tomorrow. Same time. Same Place. And Welcome to All our New Liston Hiller’s

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