Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He’s going through something that many of us can’t understand. But it doesn’t give him a right or a pass to hurt other people.
“Where is he?” I ask.
“Kitchen,” Jane answers first with a croaked voice. “He’s with Beckett.”
I nod. Beckett will talk some sense into him.
I scan the living room, and though I’m searching for a person, my gaze falls to the copy of Moby-Dick.
I pick up the book, and as I glance to my right, I’m not surprised that the fireplace hearth is empty. Void of Akara. Void of Jack Highland.
But damn I’m always hoping to run into that beacon of light.
PART FIVE
JANUARY 2040
ELEVEN
THE KINNEY HALE DIARIES: VIDEO DIARY ENTRY #74
JANUARY 2040
AFTER CHAPTER 56 IN FEARLESS LIKE US
We listened to "Ready to Run" by The Chicks and "GOOD" by Erin McCarley while writing this scene.
Character List:
Ben Cobalt - 17
Xander Hale - 17
Winona Meadows - 15
Vada Abbey - 15
Kinney Hale - 15
Audrey Cobalt - 14
KINNEY HALE
Before the Party
I FACE THE reflection of my camera’s phone through the bathroom mirror, and I try not to wobble on my black three-inch heels.
“I know, future me, you’re probably thinking why in the hell I’m recording this like I’m some douchebro taking a mirror selfie for a dating profile. But I have a reason. Don’t worry.” I take a readying breath. “First, I have to welcome you to video diary number seventy-four. Yes, we’re still recording on my phone after the whole camcorder debacle.” I wave a hand like it’s in the past. It quite literally is past. “But this is better than nothing, and I get that I’m risking hackers, but Uncle Garrison assured me that our cloud security is really good. Whatever that means.”
I shrug. “Anyway, I’m pretty positive if a security breach happened, other people in the family would be way worse off. The probability that one of my cousins has taken a dick pic is super high”—I grimace—“ugh, just thinking it makes me want to scrub out my brain. Luckily for you, future me, I vowed not to rewind and delete. So you’re going to be stuck with that horrifying mental image.
“Speaking of image…” In the mirror, I stare at myself for an extra long beat. My hair is cut short near my shoulders. Smokey black makeup accents my green eyes. “Let’s just hope that I look older tonight.”
Dark burgundy lipstick and winged eyeliner scream fuck off. “Really, I just kinda hope I don’t look like I’m playing dress up.” I narrow my eyes harder at my reflection like I can somehow decipher all perceptions of me. “You know, I want to look mature for my age. Wise beyond my fifteen years. Like I will slit your throat in your sleep or go voyage with ancient vampiresses in Romania.”
I nod strongly. “Aesthetically, I hope that’s what I’m conveying,” I tell the mirror. “And you know, I guess my biggest worry is that everyone will just look at me and see a fraud. Someone trying too hard to be tough. I bet Aunt Rose never had this problem. She was probably born in the womb with five-inch heels and a razor-sharp glare.”
I let out a resigned sigh. “I guess I should do like updates on everyone, but I’m trying to keep these video diaries short these days. Ten-minute videos are out. Ten-second clips are in.” I roll my eyes like whoever made these rules can go fly a kite. “I’m somewhere in between. Always have been, I guess. Can’t fit me into a box or whatever, or maybe you can—maybe I just wish I can’t be crammed so neatly in one.” I rock on my heels. “Anyways, today is Audrey’s pre-birthday bash without her annoying brothers.” I pause. “Okay, Ben is invited, but the other turds are not. Especially the Wretch. And as one of Audrey’s best friends, I have to make sure this sip-in-snow goes off without too much drama.”
I take another beat. “Okay without the bad kind of drama. Because some drama is actually quite entertaining, and I know Audrey would agree. But before I end the diary, I have to document the fit…” I wave a hand to my black mini dress and knee-high stockings. The top is corset-style with black laced straps cinching the back.
“Dad would never let me leave the house in this,” I say to my camera through the mirror. “So it’s good he has no idea about the party. In fact, no one but Xander, Ben, and the girls are in on it. Audrey says that her parents won’t find out, but I think it’s highly unlikely Aunt Rose will be duped tonight. She’s far too smart for that.
“And then there’s Betha—” I cut myself off before completing her whole name.
My face roasts, and I’m just talking to myself!
“I’ll mention her later if all goes well,” I say hurriedly. “And if it doesn’t then we shall erase her name from existence.” I force a dry smile. My dating life is pathetic. Bad luck. That whole shebang is just sad, sad, sad. And I’d be fooling myself to think there’s any upside in sight.