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

After twenty minutes or so, I hear them having sex. My mother sounds like
an excited chihuahua and Randall grunts like a buffalo.
I hold my pillow over my head, still sobbing.
Hours later, long after dark, my mother brings me a glass of milk.
I’m shaking so hard the bed frame is rattling.
“I need more medicine,” I croak.
I hate it, but when I don’t have it, the withdrawals are even worse.
“It ran out,” she says.
She keeps the bottle in her room. We both know there were thirty pills in it
when we refilled the prescription earlier this week. She might have sold them
to Leslie, but more likely she’s been taking them herself. She thinks they help
her lose weight. Randall has been pinching her belly, telling her she’s getting
fat.
“Call the doctor,” I beg. “I can’t wait two weeks.”
“I already called,” she says, the edge of frustration in her voice giving her
away. “They won’t refill it early.”
I turn my face toward the wall, still shivering and shaking.
I can feel her sitting behind me, sullen and quiet. My mother knows what
Buttons meant to me. But at the same time, she can’t ever be at fault. So it’s
impossible that burning him was wrong.
“Randall was pretty mad,” she says at last.
That’s her version of an apology. Shifting the blame squarely on someone
else’s shoulders.
“You could have hid him,” I hiss.
That’s not allowed. No one can be a victim except her.
“You know what he would have done to me!” she snaps. “But you don’t care
about that, do you? You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You’re selfish.