When Art Rises: Living in Cin: (A Twisted Interracial High School Love Triangle)
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“I don’t give a damn what you believe, but to get you off my back, I’ll take a drug test.” I walk towards the door, considering the matter over.
“You brought drugs into my house with the purpose of getting high, regardless if you didn’t,” Ricky says. “That’s a big fucking deal.”
“Give me a fucking break. It happened on Cole’s birthday.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Art. I forgot about his birthday.”
“I’m sure you’re not the only one.” My gaze settles on my red-faced grandfather. “Now if there’s nothing else…”
“There is,” Ricky says.
“Oh goody.”
He pulls my razor from his pocket. “We know you’ve been cutting yourself.”
“How can you mutilate yourself like some deranged lunatic?” the old man shouts.
The cuts have healed. Still, there would be no mistaking how the scars happened.
“Who told you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ricky answers.
The only person who knew about my cutting and what happened on Cole’s birthday is Cin. Would she have told the secrets she promised to keep? The changes in her behavior are beginning to add up. She didn’t seem thrilled about me going to California. I rush from the room.
“Cin!” I shout, storming up the stairs.
She stabbed me in the fucking back. I want her to look into my eyes and admit her betrayal.
Ricky and the old man race behind me. Josh and Trevor step into the hall as I reach the top of the stairs.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ricky grasps my arm.
I jerk from his hold and glance to the left when I see a door opening. There she is, the girl who ripped my heart in half, standing beside her mother. Cin’s face and eyes are puffy. It’s clear she’s been crying.
“You fucking betrayed me!”
“I didn’t.” Cin cautiously walks towards me.
“Stay away from him,” Missy says.
“Mom, it’s okay.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I yell in her face.
“Get the fuck away from her,” Trevor growls.
“Are you going to make me?”
“Yeah.”
I wave him over. “It’s about time I fucked you up, anyway.”
“Josh, take Trevor to your room,” Ricky says.
“Do you want to know why Cin left you?” I ask.
“Please don’t do this,” Cin begs.
“I’ve been swimming in her pussy almost every night like it’s a fucking ocean for months, even when she bled between her damn legs. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Bloody pussy is for big boys.” My dark soul sings in triumph at the stricken look on his face.
“Tell me he’s lying,” Trevor says.
“I’m so sorry.”
“How could you?” he shouts.
“Arthur, it’s time for us to leave,” my grandfather says.
“But I’m having the time of my life.”
“Dad, you should never have brought him here.”
“She has the most delicious pussy I ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into… raw.”
An anguished scream leaves Trevor’s throat before he attacks me. I crash into the wall, leaving a dent. He punches me in the face, knocking a tooth loose—my mouth fills with blood. I get in a few good hits before we’re pried apart.
The old man and Josh restrain me in front of the stairs, while Ricky struggles to keep Trevor contained at the end of the hall.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Did Josh tell you he kissed her? He’s been holding a torch for her a long time.”
Trevor looks from Josh to Cin, seeing the truth of my words in their expressions. He breaks free of Ricky, charging us. My grandfather jumps out of the way. Josh falls over the banister, an agonizing sound leaving his mouth when he hits the floor below. Trevor and I tumble down the stairs, continuing our fight in the living room until we’re torn away from each other a second time. The old man has Trevor in a headlock by the door while Ricky holds me in a bear hug from behind, next to a screeching Josh.
“My leg is broken,” he bellows.
Cin kneels beside him. “Mom, call for an ambulance.”
“We fucked in there.” I nod my head towards the bathroom door. “Not even an hour ago.” I can’t resist pissing Trevor off further.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cin hisses.
Missy stands beside Ricky and me as she speaks to the dispatcher. Trevor manages to bend over, picking up one of Ricky’s work boots before launching it across the living room. Missy is struck in the face, causing her to crash into the wall, knocking her unconscious.
“What have you done?” Cin cries, crawling over to her mother.
“It was an accident,” Trevor says in a distraught voice.
“Trevor, for God’s sake, go home!” Ricky yells.
He leaves, defeated and with a broken heart. Ricky releases his hold on me to attend to Josh and Missy.
I kneel in front of Cin. “You gave me a little piece of heaven, but now you want to take it away. If I’m going back to hell, I’m taking you with me.”
She glares at me with hate flashing in her eyes. “You should’ve died the day you slit your wrists.”
Her words have the same impact as a bullet to the head. I will never show weakness to another person again. Like Trevor, I leave without saying another word, defeated, but not with a broken heart. The useless organ is now filled with rage.
Thank You for Reading!
That was one hell of a ride. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Writing this book was not easy—it took me down unknown paths, causing me to continuously second guess myself. Eventually, I found the perfect balance. If you thought this book was an emotional roller coaster, you haven’t seen anything yet, so stay tuned for the conclusion of Art and Cin’s story. Be sure to read my other titles! Don’t forget to leave a review and follow me on Goodreads, Bookbub, and Facebook.
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Lorrain Allen currently resides in Washington, D.C. She has one amazing, albeit spoiled, son. She loves to get away from the world by losing herself in a book. Her long-term goal is to pen paranormal, contemporary, young adult, dark, and erotic romances. The subject matters of her books are controversial, but what’s life without a little controversy?
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