Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He jumped in front of the door to ensure that I couldn’t open it.
The door threw open with a slam, and I sighed.
“That was almost my fingers, you big beast,” I growled, walking past him to the couch that was directly in line with the front door.
The TV, which I know for a fact I didn’t leave on, was blaring, and I turned another glare on Marky Mark.
Marky Mark looked at me with those big brown eyes of his, jaw hanging open wide, and tongue lolling.
Marky Mark wasn’t his real name. When I came home and found him in my yard, no one was laying claim to him. It was the week before I was to leave Kilgore, so with no other recourse, I decided to keep him, and I renamed him. He didn’t respond to it at first, but eventually he came around.
Marky Mark hadn’t been the original name that I’d used, but then I’d gotten home the first time, after deciding to keep him, and found the TV blaring with Marky Mark playing on an old show on MTV.
After teasing him about being a Marky Mark fan, I’d decided to use that as his name.
He seemed accepting enough, and that had been that.
He didn’t like it quiet while he was home alone, and it took a smart dog to turn the TV on by himself, but he managed it.
I no longer worried about how it’d gotten on.
After it happened in the middle of the night a few weeks ago, I’d gotten up and turned it off, only for it to turn on again not two minutes later.
After turning it off a second time, I’d caught Marky Mark pressing his wet nose to the button on the front of the TV, and realized that it was my dog doing it—not some psycho who liked to see me scared out of my mind.
“Seriously, though.” I shook the TV changer at him. “All you have to do is turn it on. You don’t have to turn it up so high that the neighbors hear it!”
When he didn’t respond or even blink and act like he acknowledged me, I tossed the TV changer onto the couch and walked to the kitchen.
Immediately upon arriving, I opened the puke green fridge that I’d found at a garage sale and reached inside for an adult beverage.
AKA a Mountain Dew. My weakness.
A weakness that I hadn’t had before being kidnapped.
During our captivity, we’d only been served tea. And not even good tea at that.
The moment I’d gotten saved—by Wolf—I’d asked for something to drink.
The only thing Wolf had was a Mountain Dew. It’d been so good—so fucking perfect—that I drank them just to remind myself that I was alive.
This time I drank it with a pain killer I’d stolen from the communal cookie jar at the Uncertain Saints’ clubhouse just before I’d left.
Tomorrow, I’d go fill my prescriptions, but until then this would work just fine.
I’d just swallowed my first pill when I decided that maybe I should’ve eaten like my doctor, as well as Wolf, had instructed me to.
The moment I looked into the fridge, though, I realized how futile that endeavor was.
There was no food in my fridge. There was also no food in my cupboards.
I’d not gone to the store in at least three weeks, and I’d been surviving on Ramen noodles and tuna fish.
Tonight, neither of those would be sufficient.
A: Because I didn’t have any of the two aforementioned things. B: Because I was tired of them, even if I did have them.
With nothing left to do but go to the store, I darted into my room and changed out of my dirty shorts.
The first thing I found to change into were the jeans I’d bought at Goodwill my senior year in college.
They still fit, but they were definitely on the verge of being too tight.
They were thin and comfortable, but I had to jump and twist to get them onto my body.
Once they were on, though, they felt like butter.
They fit me like a second skin, and I knew they made my ass look fantastic.
An ass that was on the side of leaning towards too big.
Once I slipped my feet into my shoes, once again, I headed to the living room and picked up my car keys. Once they were in my hand, I whistled to Marky Mark and picked up my purse.
“Wanna go for a ride?” I asked him.
Not having to be asked twice whether he wanted to go for a ride or not, he launched himself off my couch and skidded to a stop in front of the door.
Marky Mark was in love with the car. His favorite pastime was riding with the window down and half his body stuck out of it.
I’d actually been scared shitless the first few times he’d done it, but the more I became used to his ways, and the more he showed me that he could obviously handle having the front half of his body hanging out, the less I worried.