Publication date: September 10th, 2022
Synopsis:
Seven families.
Seven forbidden trysts.
Seven decadent romances.
Get lost in the streets of Urban Decay where moral lines are crossed.
Where The Tower looms in the distance, and the Destructive Harbor is just beyond the shore.
Hidden in the Depravity of the Dark, Bury Me Alive as we crawl Under the Skin of right and wrong. And remember, If I Can't Have You, then no one will.
In this system, the family rules are blurred, and lines are crossed.
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Excerpt from Bury Me Alive by YD La Mar
When I reach the top of the stairs, I can already hear the restroom door slam and the water running. Fucker is so dense. How many years have I tried time and time again to be civil, and he just locks down harder than Ft. Knox?
I should stop fucking caring. I really should. It's taking a toll on me and my mental health.
Heading to my room, I throw my backpack on the ground and start stripping from my sweater and pants. A sound has me startled. Turning around quickly, I watch Jaiden's eyes on me. There's so much pain there and so much pride that it pisses me off. I tried. I really did, didn't I? He's the one that refuses to let me in. I don't know what to do and I'm beginning to think there's nothing I can do.
Scowling, I turn around and walk to my dresser to look for a pair of sweatpants.
I shriek a little when I feel the warmth of his body behind me, making me almost topple over my dresser, the edge of the drawer jabbing me in the gut.
"What the hell, Jaiden?" I screech.
"Did you send them after me?" His pupils are blown out, making his eyes look pitch black.
"What? How can you even think that? What the hell is wrong with you?"
He steps closer, his hair still dripping from the shower. There's no more blood on his face, but his eye is getting puffier.
"Did you? You fucking hate me, right? I see the way you look at me. Did you send them?"
I'm pissed. Shoving at his shoulder, he takes a step back, just enough for me to turn and avoid his damn eyes, rummaging through my drawer for those damn sweatpants. This is getting crazy. I'm standing here in my damn panties and tank, wondering if these stupid sweatpants have walked off on me, when I feel him press behind me again.
His warm breath on my neck gives me goosebumps.
"I wouldn't put it past you, princess."
I explode. My fist collides with something and it's not enough to quell my temper. Jaiden dodged just fast enough for me to punch his fucking neck instead of his face. I grind my teeth together and stare daggers into him.
"Don't fucking call me that!"
"Why not? He calls you that all the time."
I lunge. We're grappling on the floor, and he uses his weight against me, but I'm quicker because I'm smaller. Our tangle of limbs must make a sight--chocolate, vanilla swirl as we both start to fight for dominance in this battle.
Of course, he gets the upper hand. Why did I think any differently? Jaiden has put on at least one more foot and fifty more pounds this past year, hitting a growth spurt. Where we once stood the same height, he now towers over me.
He twists his limbs around me and flips me onto my back, slamming my head onto the carpeted floor of our bedroom with a loud thud. His naked chest is damp against my tank top and his legs have pushed mine apart, pinning me to the ground.
We're both panting from the energy exertion and rage but suddenly there's a new heat in the room. Baring my teeth at him, I try to buck him off but he's too heavy for me. My body tires and Jaiden doesn't say a word. I must be seeing things, because when his eyes dart to my mouth for a second, my lips part and my heart begins to beat out of my chest. There's a moment of silence between us, and finally, Jaiden breaks the awkwardness by shoving my shoulders away from him as he stands up and walks to his side of the room. We both dress in silence, not turning to look at each other, pretending the other does not exist as we take out our schoolwork and scatter it on our beds.
The door downstairs opens, and I jump at the sound.
"We're home!" Our parents shout out.
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