Wicked in the Pines by L.R. Friedman EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: L.R. Friedman
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Oakley
Rancid green liquid seeped between my fingers.
Scrunching my nose, I tried not to inhale the stench. Panic
scratched its jagged nails along my insides, and I pushed it down,
forcing it to retract its claws.
You can do this, Oakley.
Gurgles reverberated through the empty house, echoing off the stacks of
boxes still taped shut and perched throughout the living room. They were
followed by a piercing screech that would likely alert the neighborhood
watch—if they existed here—that something was amiss at 13 Starry Night
Lane.
I ran to the sink, avoiding touching anything with my desecrated hands,
holding the putrid fabric in front of me. Using only my elbow, I turned the
water on. Steam billowed from the sink, and I scrubbed and washed and
repeated the process over and over, waiting for a knock at the door—for
someone, anyone, to come.
To rescue me.
I shuffled to the mirror, heart ramping its rhythm, stammering against
my ribs. The woman looking back at me was unrecognizable. Eyeliner was
smudged into deep crescents beneath her eyes and her hair was pulled up
into a messy auburn bun with pale streaks crusted through it. Her once
white T-shirt was smeared with assorted stains.
I reached up to touch the unidentifiable moist stripe across my shoulder.
It was pale yellow and sticky, sending a shiver through me. Bringing my
hands back under the steaming water, I washed once again before drying
them on the sink towel and turning toward the door.
It was open just a crack, enough to allow a sliver of moonlight into my
bedroom. Each tiptoe closer, I could feel my lack of sanity bubbling over,
one fluid ounce at a time. Peering through the crevice, my gaze drifted
toward the foot of the bed. A roaring gurgle followed by a pungent odor,
musty and foul, sent me staggering back a few paces into the hall.
Surely only something summoned from the depths of Hell smelled like
that.
Taking a deep inhale and exhale, I gripped the door with one hand,
bracing myself on its frame with the other.
Be brave.
I chanted it in my mind on repeat like some powerful incantation.
Steeling my spine and holding my breath, I slipped inside to face the
fiend within.
I –
this house alone, my little demon winning by a poopsplosion-landslide.
Mommy: 0
Aspen: 63—at a minimum.
My sister’s date must have gone really well because Hazel still wasn’t
back a day later. Good for her. How she ever found these sex gods that
could last for days was enviable.
I barely had enough energy to wash my hair.
My gaze dropped down to my shirt’s replacement, already mottled with
damp spit-up. Partially covered by the fabric, a tiny fist beat impatiently
against my breast. Our matching chestnut eyes locked, the only feature he’d
gotten from me, and I stroked Aspen’s hand with my finger, garnering a
gummy grin and a soft coo in response.
The pure joy of it snatched the breath from my lungs.
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