Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.
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[b]Musical Burial by OfficialTwilamore[/b]
The bonfire danced against the darkness and I trailed my fingers through the sand. Across the beach I saw my step-sister Katelyn in action, torturing another poor soul. Even from here, I saw Staci Jakobs crying as her boyfriend let Katelyn manhandle him.
God, Katelyn was such a bitch. And there was nothing I could do about. If I intervened in her “game” then she’d make life at home horrible. She had my father and her mother wrapped around her pretty little fingers.
No one saw the side of her that I did. How many girls had I witnessed brought to tears because of her? Or how many guys did she lead on then toss aside? Everyone was expendable to her.
“Faith, hey, anyone sitting here?” Aaron Clark said, blocking the bonfire from view. His shaggy brown hair, blew in the breeze. I met his gaze. His stylish glasses almost hid the cappuccino colored eyes from view. He was hot, in a nerdy kind of way.
“No, go ahead.”
He plopped down next to me.
My glance shifted back to my stepsister, his gaze followed to where Katelyn stood rubbing herself against Mark Dallas.
“So why do you hang out with her?” he asked.
I turned to him, noticing the pentagram necklace that hung around his neck. “I don’t have much choice. Either I do as she says or she makes life at home hell.”
God, why did I just blurt that out? Okay, so maybe I liked Aaron. I mean we had every class together and he was always so nice.
“Maybe it’s time for things to change,” Aaron said, his fingers brushing against mine in the sand. A jolt went through me, and I stared at our hands. For a moment, I swore I saw golden threads wrapping around us. This is where I belong.
“What are you doing with him?” Katelyn towered over me, her shadow casting me in darkness.
I shivered. “I’m talking to Aaron.”
“No you’re not. I’ve got Mark all worked up for you. I’ve decided he’s going to be the one to take your virginity.”
My pulse thudded in my ears. Was she crazy? No way in hell would I let her decide this for me. Then I saw her cell, her finger already dialing home. Oh God, she’d tell my father something awful.
Aaron climbed to his feet, pulling me with him. “Go wait in your car for me,” he said.
“Aaron, listen, I…”
His eyes glowed. “Everything will be okay, Faith. Trust me.”
I nodded then started to back away. Katelyn glared, hands on her hips, pink iPod shoved in her pocket.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with.” I heard her say as I hurried away.
He chuckled. “No, I think that’s the other way around, Katelyn. You, don’t know who you’re fucking with.”
The bonfire flames leapt up and I stumbled to my car, locking the doors. A scream filled the night, then everything went silent. Moments later, Aaron appeared carrying Katelyn’s iPod.
I opened my door and climbed out and he pulled me in his arms.
“You’re mine, Faith. I’d do anything for you. Remember that.” He handed over the iPod. “Take a listen.”
Putting the earbuds in, I turned it on. But instead of music playing, the only sound I heard was Katelyn’s screams. When I changed the music selection, there were more screams, but in different octaves.
A smile formed on my lips and I tossed the iPod in the sand. “I’m free.”
Aaron wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me against him. “Yes. No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.”
“What about the people on the beach?”
“They won’t remember a thing.” Aaron grinned.
Climbing into the car, we drove away leaving the iPod on the beach. And in the distance I swore, I still heard her screams.
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