Dacey’s Harper is a 22 year old college student who lives in a very small town where everyone knows her name, to everyone in town she is known as the niece of the town crazy and is next in line to jump on the crazy train. Dacey however, is doing her best to keep it all together; including an unsympathetic father, a stepmother who has raised her as her own, a larger than life stepsister who at times she doesn’t even know what to do with and not to mention her Adonis God of a boyfriend. Top that off with her spicy Latin best friend and, let’s not forget her crazy aunt who has the world’s best one-liners, Dacey has her hands full but all that changes with one phone call and Dacey is left questioning EVERYTHING.
I lay curled up in that ball crying until I couldn’t cry anymore.
My phone buzzed with text messages, then phone calls several times, but I didn’t answer them. They weren’t from Aria or Opal, so it didn’t matter.
The morning sky turned to afternoon and still I lay there; I couldn’t move. If I moved, more shit would happen to me, the world would find something else to throw my way. So I lay there. The afternoon sky turned to dusk, and I heard the front door open and close. Aria was home, and I knew she would come looking for me, knowing she saw my car. Sure enough, 10 minutes later the door opened and her head popped in.
“There you are. Why are you in here?”
I didn’t answer.
“Are you sleeping?”
I was glad my back was to the door; I pretended to be asleep.
She stood there for a few more minutes, then closed the door quietly so as not to wake me. I didn’t want to talk to anyone not right now, not for a long while.
The dusk sky turned to evening, and there was a soft knock and Aria stuck her head in again, saying softly that Trevor was here and wanted to come in.
“Did something happen, Dacey?” her voice wavered.
I didn’t have a chance to reply because he came in the room and asked Aria to give us some privacy.
She didn’t know, so she closed the door and left.
“Dacey, why haven’t you answered my text or calls? I’ve been worried.”
I still had my back turned to him, and he didn’t make an effort to face me…I wanted everything to go back to normal and I was silently wishing for; because the world couldn’t shit on me this much in three months, could it? It wasn’t this mean, was it?
“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to check on you and make sure you were OK, and I want to finish our talk.”
“I’m alive, and talk.” I avoided using the word “OK” because I was far from OK.
So far from OK, I would never be OK.
Meet the Author:
Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean’s kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn’t know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).