by A. R. Breck
He waves his hand at the mess Jackson made. “I’m going to help clean up. Probably will be a while.”
I frown but nod my head. “I’ll see you later then?”
He smiles as he leans down, giving me a kiss that could wake the dead. “I’ll be at my place in a few hours.”
“Love you.” I mouth.
“Love you too, Rose.” He says, loudly.
I blush and walk off. I will never get over those words. It feels like the first time—every single time.
The world might spin and spin until we can’t see straight. The drama might be a never-ending ball of string that we need to unravel. If I’ve learned anything over the past year, it’s that life is a fucking rollercoaster of demons and black holes and bullshit.
Find that center.
Find that thing that keeps you tethered to the surface.
My thing? My center?
Easton. My Reaper.
Find your Reaper.
I found mine.
The End.
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Acknowledgements
First off, I want to thank my family for believing in my and not hating me when I had my face stuck in a computer for hours on end. It's difficult, and tiring, but you guys stuck with me, and for that I love you so much. I want to thank my readers for doing what we all love—reading. I wouldn't feel so motivated to get these books out as fast as I have without your love, and support, and encouragement, and for that, I love you guys. Thank you! Finally, I want to thank my Beta readers: Rachel, Janessa, Amber, Brittany, Victoria, Nicole, and Greta. You guys are so awesome and thank you for everything that you do. I love you!
About the Author
A.R. Breck lives in Minnesota with her husband, two children and two dogs. She enjoys reading, writing and sharing her stories with the world. When she isn’t working, A.R. Breck loves to watch horror movies, road trip around the country, and read forbidden romance novels.
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Prologue
"Guys, can we stop for ice cream?" I say from the backseat of the car as I send a group text to my friends.
Today is my parent's wedding anniversary. Instead of doing something romantic like going on a date, it's a family tradition that all three of us go and do something fun together.
Tonight we went to the an art show downtown and then went out to eat. Ever since I was little, on the way home I would shout, "Can we stop for ice cream?" I don't find any sense to stop now.
Mom chuckles. "You know it, baby. We're already almost there."
Shocked, I look up and see we are, in fact, almost to our favorite ice cream shop, Velma's.
If someone were to ask me what I wanted in life, I would say one thing.
I want love as great as my parents. I've never seen them fight, not once. That doesn't mean that they don't fight. I mean, who doesn't ever fight? But the love that shines in their eyes as they look at each other has never— not once—faded. If anything, over the years it has grown stronger. That's what I want.
If I could find a perfect love, well, what else could I possibly need?
"Honey..." My dad says from the driver's seat. It's his tone that makes me snap my head up. Concerned... maybe a little pained?
"What is it, dear?" She looks away from the night sky and over at him.
When I lean up, I see him clutching his chest. His face is pale, and maybe a little sweaty.
“Dad?" I say.
"Shawn, what's wrong?" My mom says with a shaky, panicked voice. "Pull over."
"Denise... something... something's not right." If possible, his grip on his chest gets even tighter. Moments after he finishes his sentence, he loses his the fight. His hands fall down to his lap and his head lulls forward.
I can hear me and my mom screaming for him to wake up. She tries to take the wheel and pull over to the side, but it's too late.
We're already in the left lane on the highway. Going too fast. Going way too fast. We crash into the median so hard the wind gets knocked out of my chest. The car turns once, twice, three times, hitting a few other vehicles maybe, I'm not so sure.
I can feel the presence of death surround me like a cloak. I just know, without a doubt, that my dad is dead.
The only thing I remember before everything went black is hearing my mom whisper my dad's name before she loses her own fight.
