From Lies to Promises
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Authors: Faith S Lynn
From
Lies
to
Promises
Faith S Lynn
This book is a work of
fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by Tiffany A. Hilley
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Stephanie Kirk
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to figure out what I did to deserve
this life, I force my trembling hand to grab the best thing that I could use. I look down to where I hold the scissors to my wrist, I see the trickle of blood hit the old grimy tile from the pathetic cut I just made. I’m so far gone I can’t even end this disaster of a life. Deep down it’s because a part of me still believes that I can be brought back to the light that I have seen so little of, because I have been shrouded in this darkness for so long. I believe that I can have a slice of happiness that I see others at school and walking down the streets of this small town possess.
I grab a rag off the sink and wipe the blood away. I don’t even bother with covering up the cut. It would take someone who actually cares to look and see what I have unsuccessfully tried to do to myself over the years. I splash some cold water on my face, dry it off and look at myself in the mirror. The deep set brown in my eyes make me look older than anyone my age should. Because behind them hold the truth. Even the strongest of the adults couldn’t bare knowing without losing themselves.
It’s been a year since I said something. A year since I lost everyone that I cared for. But soon I would be rid of this place and its memories, one way or the other.
9 years later…
“Skeigh!” I shout from my closet.
Skeigh pokes her head through the closet door, not smart considering I was about to throw my shoe at her for taking my shirt I was planning to wear. “This color looks better on me, Kat.” She explained with a straight face that said she was serious (so I growled at her, yes actually growled). Her curly brown hair falls in her face as she bends down to zip up her boots. ““What? I was just stating the obvious. Besides, you should put on that hot ass dress you got over a yea
r ago. It has been hanging in your closet ever since.”
That’s the thing about Skeigh she had no filter, whatever she thought it came right on out. I remember one time her walking up to a woman in a department store trying on a bikini top, and told her that she was getting a little too old to be wearing things like that. Granted, that mouth of hers has helped her out in her little clothing shop that she owns in downtown Chattanooga called Sinful. Surprisingly, people actually walked in and asked her to pick out clothes for them to try on.
Skeigh tosses me a look that says ‘if you don’t wear that dress, I will make you regret it’. So I relent on getting my shirt back and pull the damn dress off the hanger. About that time I heard the front door to our house open and close, followed by the sound of heels tapping the hardwood floor.
“Back here, Lexi!” Skeigh and I yell in unison.
“Hey, let me change real fast and we can go.” Lexi says entering my room.
I pull the dress over my head and step out of the close
t. “Just wear what you got on.” I tell her. Lexi is an assistant at a new lawyers firm and thanks to our unlimited card to Sinful, she is always dressed to the ‘T’. She also knows how to make business attire look very provocative.
“Uh uh. Not tonight, we are going all out! It’s your damn birthday. Plus, I have this hot ass dress and a pair of red fuck me heels calling my name. I want to hit up TJ
’s bar to have a few drinks, just us girls, before we head to the party!” She says before she practically races out of the room. Excited much? Geez.
Skeigh and Lexi are my best friends, and my roommates since I moved here three years ago. Both beautiful in their own right. Skeigh with her hour glass figure that all women wish for, and the ass that all men drool over. Lexi has dark blonde hair, hazel eyes and where Skeigh has the ass, Lexi has the boobs. Then there is me, whose figure is straight up and down. Mid
length dark brown hair and my eyes are almost black.
Plain boring.
They have been stuck with me since Skeigh literally ran smack into me at a party one night. She isn’t Miss Graceful by any means, and she had been overly excited about something going on in the next room, so she turned and ran head first into me. Lexi, walked up next to us and apologized over and over again for her rude and clumsy friend. I laughed so hard at the expression she shot her friend’s way. After a few moments they busted out in laughter too. Ever since then the three of us have been inseparable.
As I we finish getting ready I think about how lucky I am for Skeigh plowing me over that night. We are three pieces that make the whole damn puzzle. Each one has its part to play. Skeigh being the border of the puzzle, holding us together even though the edges are a little sharp. Lexi being the center of it. The heart and soul of our friendship. What part am I? Well, you know that crazy, all over the place artwork they put on puzzles to throw you off? The thing that makes you give up on the puzzle before you are halfway into it. That’s me. These girls have been the only ones in my life that hasn’t let me down, or turned their backs on me when they found out how truly messed up I am. I trust these girls with everything that I am, and vice versa
***
TJ is Lexi’s brother, and he often lets us come in his bar and sit at the back, while he brought us a few drinks. I am also the youngest of us girls, seeing as I just turned 21. He would rather us drink under his radar than go to some of these college kids parties were we could get “roofied” as TJ would put it.
Once we arrive at TJ’s, Skeigh and I head to our usual table and Lexi heads to the bar to tell her brother what we want to drink. A few minutes later a shot of tequila is set in front of me, a beer in front of Skeigh, and of course a glass of sangria for Lexi.
Lexi takes a sip of her drink and says, “Ok, so there is a group of really, really fine ass men a few tables away. I think we should go introduce ourselves, and see if maybe we can have some
real
fun tonight.” Skeigh turned, apparently she caught one of them looking this way too, because she just licked her lips and winked. Yeah, she’s really forward too, that girl is a piece of work! She turns back around takes a long draw from her bottle and says “No need ladies, they are headed this way, and there is four of them. So sad for the odd ball out!” I down my shot with no effort at all.
“
Hey there, my name is Dave and these are my friends Jake, Rhett, and Cole. Do you mind if we join you?” He ask, but his crew had already started pulling up another table and chairs. Dave had that whole tall dark and handsome thing going on, and he seemed to know that too. Dark brown hair, with almost pitch black eyes. His friends were just as attractive Jake had blonde surfer style hair that hung to his ears and was falling in his eyes that were the darkest blue I’d ever seen. He was skinner than the others but still could see that he was fit. Rhett must have some Irish blood somewhere in his ancestry because he had very red hair but he definitely pulls it off. He was the biggest of the four men, and had some majorly light brown eyes.
Then there was Cole. He seemed to be a little off in his own skin, he had grey eyes that stood out in comparison to the light brown of his hair that was cropped short.
“I’m going to the bar to grab us a pitcher of beer. Would y’all like something to drink?” Jake looked over us before his eyes stopped on me. Holy shit balls at that southern drawl. He may have the looks of a surfer but is definitely a native to the south.