by K. S. Adkins
“The guy from Mask! What was his name?” she continues on.
“Roy,” India coughs into her hand.
“When did that movie come out?” I ask the group.
“Eighty-five,” Hillary says eyeing Sugar.
“Don’t give me that look,” Sugar eggs her on. “Or are you giving me a look? I can’t tell with your face being frozen and all.”
“How much did you get?” I ask reaching forward to flick her gigantic lip again. Truly, I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated.
“I wanted my eleven’s and forehead wrinkles gone,” she sighs. “Years of frowning and squinting fucked my face up, you know? Then I asked if they could help my eyelids stop drooping. I’m sick of putting on eye liner and an hour later it’s by my brows.”
“I get that,” India agrees and Sugar and I nod.
“When they suggested giving my lips a boost, I thought it was a good idea. God,” she says closing her eyes. “In that chair, I wanted a new face, a younger face. Then this happened!”
“Do me a favor,” I smile. “Show me your mad face.” When she couldn’t do it, I asked, “Okay, show me your happy face.”
“You’re an asshole,” she mumbles.
“Your lips,” I say in wonder. “I didn’t know they could expand. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Can we just have brunch now?” Hillary begs after slapping my hand away.
“How did the boys take it?” India asks filling her glass.
“Connor asked if I was attacked by wasps and Curtis hid in his closet.”
“Can it be reversed?” Because God, I fucking hoped so.
“I made an appointment to go back Tuesday,” Hillary says grabbing the pitcher.
“Did you order yet?” Sugar asks me.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“So Hillary,” India chuckles. “Can you even open your mouth to eat?”
“I plan to drink my lunch, for your fucking information!” she squawks then slaps my hand again. “And stop flicking my lips, Taylor!”
“Does it hurt?” I venture to ask.
“Yes! Happy now?”
Leaning into her I promise, “You’re pretty.”
Dropping her shoulders, she confesses, “The boys won’t come near me.”
“I don’t blame them,” Sugar chimes in. “You look contagious.”
“What’s your doctor’s name?” India asks.
“Why? Are you considering Botox too?”
“God, no,” India says affronted. “I just want to know in case anyone else does I know where not to send them.”
Do you want to know what’s even better than Hillary finding happiness?
Watching her mimosa drip from her puffy lips as she laughs her swollen face off.
Just two years ago, Hillary couldn’t take what she dished.
And now she could.
Miss Misery was gone for good.
“I am pretty, aren’t I?” she asks sitting up straighter.
“Not counting today?” Sugar jokes. “Absolutely.”
“Are you putting this in your novel?” I ask.
“I might,” she attempts to smile. “But if I do, I’m putting this on one of you.”
If Hillary ever does publish her book, I would be the first in line to buy it.
Which got me thinking, what would my life look like in print?
Here’s Hoping by Aaron LaCombe
Brave by Sara Bareilles
Send my Love by Adele
I touch myself by The Divinyls
Pussy Monster by Lil Wayne
Y’all Want a Single by Korn
Give Me Everything by Pitbull
Naked by X Ambassadors
We Don’t Know by the Strumbellas
Freaknik 96 by Chuck Inglish
Time of Our Lives by Pitbull
Hold my Hand by Jess Glynne
Bombtrack by Rage against the machine
Blind by Korn
Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine
Insane in The Brain by Cypress Hill
Take The Power Back by Prophets of Rage
Don’t Fight the Feelin’ by Too $hort
Timber by Pitbull
Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue
Back That Azz Up by Juvenile
K.S. Adkins is a full-time everything. When I'm not wifing, mothering or being bossy, I'm reading, writing or shooting. A full-time realtor, lifelong Michigander and all around lover of all things guns and Detroit, I believe in freedom of foul language, gratuitous nudity, tattoos and mosh pits. I've recently taken up drinking wine and feel like I'm really making progress with it. I think my chances at finding a place within the Romance genre is 50/50, but I suck at numbers so what do I know?
My stories are written with heavy dialogue and are Detroit-based. If you don't like heavy dialogue or Detroit, don't read my stories. My characters are typically dark and fairly fucked up so if you want sappy characters without issues, don't read my stories.
I love violence, guns, blood, naughty words, awkward sex, rap, metal, and untraditional people. Every fight scene was tried and tested by me. I have the bruises to prove it too.
I write romance, but my characters are not always romantic. Each is a work in progress. My stories are about strong women and the alphas who try to tame them but never do.
At the end of the day, you may not like my stories, you may also think I suck as an author and that's okay, but I have to tell you, I had the best fucking time writing them and for me, that's what it's all about.
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