Shattered




Shattered
A Ring Dreams YA
73165 words
Published: January 27, 2012
ISBN: 978-1-4661-0472-3

Blurb:


Fifteen year old Amalie is an outcast brainiac with a psycho witchy bitch of a mom and no magickal powers to call her own until a chain of events turn her world upside down.

She gets her first kiss.

Her mom runs off with a pro wrestler.

Amalie is raped.

Stella decides to come out and play.

Someone turns up pregnant.

In order to survive Amalie becomes Shattered


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POV Character:
Amalie - the fifteen year old girl who's raped and impregnated by the man she later learns to be her half-brother.


Excerpt:

“Watch, listen and learn,” my mom said, flashing one of her most wicked smiles. “Amalie, this is the weekend you shall become a woman.”
Fat chance on that!
I watched her skillfully pour a vial of what she called her ‘love potion’ into a large plastic cup of her homemade sweet iced tea. She stirred the mixture with the straw, capping the lid just as he approached her vintage Mercedes convertible.
This was so not how I wanted to spend my fifteenth birthday.
I scooted down in my seat, my back sticky with sweat despite the cool September breeze.  She could have at least had the decency to put the top up on the Mercedes. I didn't want to watch him pull her into his arms and drink her up with that first hungry kiss.
Normally I hid in my room, burrowed under the covers with a pillow pressed over my ears to drown out her shrieks and screams of passion. Tonight I was trapped. A captive audience. 163 miles away from the safety of my bedroom. No way not to watch my mom making out with a man most people only got to see on their TV screens.
Billy Dalton might be one of the biggest stars in pro wrestling. To me, he’s just the man my mom disappears with at least a couple of weekends every month. He's got a wife and a family back in Charlotte. When school's out he takes his two sons on the road with him and won’t see my mother.
Until tonight his kids have been lucky, not knowing about the things their dad does with my mom. No such luck for me. I’m not sure which is worse, having to overhear all the noises they make in her bedroom or dealing with her explosive anger when she doesn’t get to see him.




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