Chapters (37)
- Beautiful Burn
- Also by Jamie McGuire
- Beautiful Burn by Jamie McGuire
- Copyright © 2016 by Jamie McGuire
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“Let me get this straight. You’re going to leave me penniless, alone—since I know Fin is going on this trip without me—and without transportation, but you want me to get a job and work off tens of thousands of dollars while also paying for daily necessities and rent? Gas, taxis, toilet paper, food? How am I supposed to do both? Do you have any idea what rent is like in this town? What you’re proposing is asinine.”
“We’re not proposing,” Sally said. “This is your life now.”
I crossed my arms. “I’m sure my shenanigans have cut into your payments, Sally.”
“Bunny,” Father began.
Sally held up her hand. “We talked about this, Mr. Edson. Ellison, this isn’t about me. This is about you.”
“What’s in it for you? What do you get out of this?” I asked, seething.
“Nothing. Healing your family is my job.”
“Not for long,” I warned. “Don’t forget who signs the check, Sally. It isn’t my mother, and Daddy doesn’t subscribe to your bullshit.” I pointed to my father. “Daddy, you can’t let her do this.”
“This is best,” my father said without conviction.
“Best for who? You’ve raised me to be this person. Now you’re going to punish me for it? I didn’t used to be this way. I’ve tried being good to get your attention. Nothing works!”
“Guilt,” Sally said.
“This is a tourist town! No available job here is going to pay enough to satisfy whatever it is I owe, and rent and bills! It will literally take me years!”
“Reasoning,” Sally said.
When my father didn’t show any signs of recanting, I pushed out my bottom lip, sitting crisscross to appear child-like. “I know I messed up. I’ll be better, Daddy, I swear.”
“Bargaining,” Sally said.
A tear fell down my cheek. “I will hate you after this. This is not going to bring us closer. I will never speak to you again.”
Sally cleared her throat. “Manipulation. Those tears are instruments, Philip.”
“Fuck you, you abhorrent cunt!” I clutched the sheets in my fists and bounced once on the mattress as I screamed.
My parents’ eyes grew wide. Sally looked relieved. “There. There is the real Ellison. You aren’t penniless. You still have use of the house. Maricela will make sure there are basic provisions. The rest, as Meredith has said, is up to you.”
My father watched me with pain in his eyes. I knew this was killing him inside. “We do love you. You’re right, bunny, we’ve failed you. This is the only way we know how to fix this.”
“I know,” I said through my teeth. “Leaving someone else in charge of my fate has always been your go-to.”
He winced, and my mother guided him out and down the hall. Sally stayed behind with a smug smile on her face.