I was looking for a new book to read and I came across this. Omg. It seems like something I would read and I so can't wait for it to come out. February 24 needs to hurry up. I can't wait to get my hands on this one. I hope it doesn't disappoint. A lot of books I want to read really bad tend to suck once I read them. I have high hopes for this one.
Tattooed. Hot. My best friend's brother. Off-limits, except for that one night.
That One Night
Cannot be spoken of. Cannot be thought of. Cannot allow myself to daydream.
That I’m going to become someone. That he can see me as someone.
To love. To forget. To believe. To taste.
To make me forget my everlasting sin once and for all.
Seventeen Years Ago
When I was 4
When I was in Kindergarten, there was a boy who used to pinch me on the bus and everyday I would go home crying. He was older than me by at least four years and he had a snotty nose and dirty hands. I hated him with as much muster as a four year old could hate a boy. And one day, in my bravest voice I told my mom that I no longer wanted to go to school on the bus because of this horrible little boy. The day after I told her, my mom found out the boys name from the bus driver and took me to his house so that she could speak to his mom. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I sat there on the couch in the living room waiting in fear. I was so scared that the boy was going to come in and pinch me again. But he didn’t. Instead my mom brought him over to me and he apologized, with a big dopey grin. A grin that told me that he didn’t think he had really done anything wrong. My mom told me that he was going to look after me on the bus and at school and make sure that no one ever hurt me. He was going to be my very own protector. He called himself Batman, I called him Dopey and his parents called him Hudson, Hudson Blake. From that day on, he never pinched me on the bus again. But I can’t say that I’ve never cried because of him again.