Wide Open
Authors: Shelly Crane
Wide Open
WIDE OPEN
SHELLY CRANE
Copyright 2013
Shelly Crane
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ISBN-13: 978-1494765590
ISBN-10: 1494765594
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What others have to say about Shelly's books —
"What ISN'T there to love about Wide Awake? You'll find yourself being Emma's biggest cheerleader as she struggles to remember who she was, feeling like a proud sister as she learns who she is now, and wishing you were her as both you and Emma swoon HARD over Mason! Shelly Crane always provides a captivating story, and this time was no different. You'll find yourself running into walls because you won't want to put it down!"
—Molly
McAdams,
NYT
bestselling
author of Taking Chances
"An addicting series!...This series just keeps getting better!"
—
Abbi Glines, NYT bestselling author of Fallen Too Far & Existence
"Sweet love story that will make you sigh..."
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Nicole Williams, NYT bestselling author of Crash & Eternal Eden
"It’s the kind of love that we begin dreaming about as little girls and never stop enjoying long after we’ve found our own knight in shining armor."
—
M. Leighton, NYT bestselling author of Down To You & Madly
"Caleb is the sweet, sexy, smart guy every girl dreams about--me included!"
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Nichole Chase, NYT bestselling author of Suddenly Royal
"Shelly Crane steps outside of her box with Smash Into You and gives us refreshing, swoon worthy, new characters along with heart-stopping action and breathtaking love. One of her best yet."
—
Lila Felix, author of the Love & Skate Series & Anguish
Milo
My mouth tasted like vomit. That wasn't unusual. The arm creeping over my middle wasn't unusual either, nor the way I felt completely repulsed and sick. I worked so hard drinking, doing any drug I could get my hands on, sleeping with any girl who looked in my direction and didn't slap me for my foul mouth as I told her all the things I wanted to do to her. Slurred, really.
I knew it wouldn't be long until Mason was there to pick me up. The small get-togethers he wouldn't get wind of, but the big ones, he always came and tried to save me. It had been about a month since I'd seen him. He just didn't get it. I didn't want to be saved.
At least, not at first.
I hated him. I hated him with every fiber of my being for what he did to Mom. I couldn't stand to look at him let alone live with the bastard. So I started going out all the time just to get away from him, only seeing Mom during the day when I skipped school and Mason was at work.
But she never remembered me the right way, so it was pointless to keep seeing her. I tortured myself by staying there, and I
wouldn't
feel guilty for leaving. I spent so much time gone that it felt like I didn't live there anyway, so I stopped going home.
Mason texted me so much that I eventually tossed my cell out the window of my friend's car one night. They laughed and laughed, whooping and telling me how free I was. We smoked enough dope to chill for the next day and a half. I never went back to school after that. I never went back home either. Why would I? No one understood me; no one really cared about me. They all just wanted me to "make something of myself".
How can you do that when you don't even know the parts that make you up? The parts that make you
you
? The parts that piece together and make you feel whole? I hadn't felt whole in a really long time. I felt older than I was. I may be a seventeen year old, but inside I felt like I was fifty.