There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

That helps a little.
I labor away on my chemistry assignment. We’re supposed to draw a diagram
of photosynthesis, something I’m actually enjoying. I spend much longer
than necessary sketching out the details of the plant cell, filling in the sun, the
leaves, and the chloroplast with colored pencils.
Randall hauls himself out of the recliner to get another beer from the fridge.
He comes back with two.
“Where’s Mom?” I ask him nervously.
“With Leslie,” he grunts, sinking back down in the chair.
That’s not good. Randall detests Leslie. Every time my mother goes over to
Leslie’s house, she comes home tipsy, making raunchy jokes. Last time she
ran her car into the corner of our garage.
Leslie is my mother’s oldest friend. They used to work together at The
French Maid. My mother told Randall she was a cocktail waitress, but from
the pictures in Leslie’s old Facebook albums, I’m pretty sure they were both
strippers. This was before I was born.
The longer my mother stays at Leslie’s house, the angrier Randall will
become. While I’m trapped here with him.
Once I switch over to math homework, baseball gets even harder to ignore.
Knowing it’s a risk, I slip in my other earbud, turning my music up loud to
drown out the game.
I’m just starting to grasp the properties of parallelism when my earbuds are
wrenched out of my ears.
I leap out of my chair, almost tripping over my feet trying to get away from
Randall. He’s holding my headphones by their cord, his eyes so bloodshot
and his face so congested that I realize in an instant that he’s quietly been
growing drunk while I was working over here, deaf and oblivious.
“I’m trying to talk to you,” he snarls.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, holding up my hands in front of me, helplessly,
desperately.