DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

My fingers trembled as I typed back my message to
Riley. I can’t. You know I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ll take the bus.
She knew the reason, and I also knew she was only
trying to help, but there was no need. I was beyond helping
when it came to…
I shook my head, clearing out the blurry flashes in front
of my eyes and refusing to think of the night my whole life
changed.
Grabbing my blow dryer, I leveled it over my head and
made sure to work through every tangled strand of hair
with my comb. Once my hair was dry and shiny, I made a
French styled twin braid on top of my head with twin
ponytails. It was cute and made my face look rounder and
more symmetrical.
My reflection through the floor length mirror stared
back at me. My hand traveled to my chest over my towel,
where it was slowly coming undone. The top of my breasts
came into view, and my eyes caught the scars. The long,
jagged white lines snaked straight down from the middle of
my petite breasts.
I let my towel slip through my fingers, the full scar now
visible through the mirror. The skin around it was a bit
pinker than the rest. It was healed up properly, but I didn’t
think it would ever completely fade away. Sometimes it
ached, like a ghostly echo of the real agony I went through.
Pain washed over me like a raging storm, and my knees
threatened to buckle under me. My eyes burned as tears
hung on my lower lashes, and I furiously blinked them
away, refusing to cry. My heart wailed, but I refused to shed
any tears.
I slowly brought my hand up and lightly brushed it down
the scar, tracing the pink-white lines. The tips of my fingers
barely touched my skin, and I clenched my hand into a fist,
holding back my tremors.
They said I stopped breathing on the operating table – I
died for a moment before they brought me back.