Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- 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
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
He ignores me, shutting the door behind him. “Don’t be like that, Willa. You shouldn’t be mean to your only friend.”
His words grate on me. Lifting my chin, I affix him with a heated glare.
“I have friends.”
He sniggers. “Once Dad is done running the Park family’s name through the mud, those new friends of yours won’t want anything to do with you.”
I take several steps back when he prowls my way. My eyes flicker over to the window and then the door behind him, counting the distance to my exits. Before I can make my escape, he pounces. His large hands seize my face and he uses his body against mine to press me to the nearest wall. My head thuds against the sheetrock with a loud thunk.
And then his lips are on mine.
I freeze, a shriek of terror lodged in my throat. His mouth isn’t gentle as he groans and attempts to get his tongue past my lips. The whimper that escapes me gives him the access he needs. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, making me gag at how deep he goes. My brain catches up with my body and I grab at his T-shirt to push him away. This only seems to embolden him. He bites my bottom lip hard as he slides a hand to my throat, pinning me. His other hand slips down my front and crudely finds its way into my shorts
“Ahh,” I cry out, tears filling and spilling from my eyes. “Don’t! S-Stop!”
His finger is rough as it probes my pussy, seeking entrance inside me. The dry burn of his thick digit makes me sob as he forces it into my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Levi murmurs against my mouth. “So fucking tight.”
A door slams against the wall and before I can process what’s happening, Levi is being dragged from me, Darren’s grip on his ear leading him away. I collapse to the floor, gaping up at the two of them.
“Your mother better deal with your whore ass or I will,” Darren snarls at me. “And, Son, you’re in a fuck ton of trouble.”
The door slams shut behind them, rattling all the windows in the house along with my teeth. The chattering of my teeth doesn’t stop as I curl into a ball on my side on the carpet. Shivers ripple through me and I sob silently, both shocked and humiliated at what just happened.
Darren thinks I’m the whore?
His son is a monster. He doesn’t care. Mom doesn’t care. And Callum?
If he cared, he wouldn’t have so coldly shut me out last night without letting me explain myself. Levi was right. I’m all alone. I don’t have anyone.