Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy) (18 page)

Without thinking, I cried out in a
high pitched trill, “Open wings!” The flower sprang out of my
back.

“
Do you trust me?” Shaul
asked, his eyes lit with determination.

“
Yes.” I smiled at him
softly.

And with another spell, we shot into
the air, hand in hand, off the cliff. Shaul’s wings extended
backwards and we somersaulted toward the water below.

“
Dive,” he yelled out to
me.

“
Close wings,” I commanded
myself as I raised my hands over my head, straightened my body, and
dove toward the beckoning water with Shaul. The music was blaring.
My wings folded back into my hump and we broke the surface at high
speed.

The water rushed around us, embracing
us like pure passion. We moved deeper and deeper now into the
golden abyss. There was a light ahead and we entered it hand in
hand, body to body, as one, beckoned by fate.

Réussie
Miliardario

Hi, there. I hope you
liked
Girl Possessed
. If so,
Girl
Enchanted
, the next book in
The Girl Trilogy
. Is
available now!

Here’s a little about me. I was a
former film, television, and theater actor and a high school
English teacher. I grew up in balmy California which inspired the
settings for many of my stories. At present, I live with my big
family in New York.

Visit me online at
www.reussiemiliardario.com or email me at
[email protected]

Here is a sample of
The Outlaws
(
Endless Love
, #1):

1.

The school bell just rang. I tossed my
folder and literature book into my backpack, zipped it up, and
threw it over my shoulder. When I stepped outside, I was rudely
reminded of how hot it was today. The warm Santa Anna winds were
strong. I was glad that I wore shorts and a tank top to school
today. It would be easier to handle the late May heat on my walk
home.

I think I was the only senior at San Diego
High School that didn’t have a car. My mother and step-father had
lots of fancy cars, but they wouldn’t let me have one. They said I
was too stupid to own an automobile. I’d just crash it or do
something idiotic in it like get pregnant.

Usually, my best friend Brooke and her
boyfriend Jacob would drive me home, but today they left early
because they were driving from our beach city, La Jolla, to the
country town of Ramona about an hour away. They wanted to visit
Brooke’s aunt who was in the hospital.

As usual, the kids were noisy and
rambunctious in the halls. One senior grabbed a baseball cap off of
a freshman and threw it in the trash. Some cheerleaders rushed by
with their pompoms in their hands and sneered at me as they passed.
I tried to ignore them. I was in a melancholy mood and didn’t feel
like starting up with them.

Aside from my down mood, it was a pretty
average day except that I noticed bad boy Justin Mason glancing at
me as he talked to his friends over by the school library. He was
far away, but I could tell he was watching me. He was wickedly
handsome. All the girls wanted him, but he didn’t seem to want any
of them.

Last week, after I broke up with my
boyfriend Tyler, some guys at my school told me Justin wanted to
ask me to the prom. I was shocked. I never considered myself
attractive—I was skinny, my nose was pointy, and my eyes were
slits. My brown hair was too long, too thin, and too straggly.
Something about my appearance was boyish and bratty. And I
certainly wasn’t popular. So the possibility of an invitation from
the most desired boy at my school came as a real surprise.

I didn’t know him at all and I heard he was
bad. He had a mysterious past that nobody could figure out. He was
confident, but aloof. Nobody knew much about him, but rumor had it
that he didn’t even have parents.

If Justin really did ask me and if I said
yes, all the popular girls would be envious. I didn’t get along
with most of the cheerleaders and cliquey girls. They thought I was
weird. I definitely wanted to go to prom with Justin even if to
just make them angry. Pay back would be sweet. I couldn’t wait to
see the looks of jealousy in their eyes when they saw the outcast
girl going out with the guy they all lusted over. But, deep down I
feared that the guys who said Justin wanted to take me to prom were
just messing with me, trying to make me look stupid.

I was embarrassed that Justin was looking at
me, so I took a quick detour to the bathroom to get out of his line
of vision. If he was trying to mess with my mind, I couldn’t deal
with it today.

The bathroom was quiet and cool, but it
smelled like cigarettes. I was glad that nobody was in there to
bother me. I splashed water on my hot face to cool off. When I
looked in the mirror with my wet face, I felt like somebody else
was staring back at me. I just didn’t feel like myself anymore. I
felt ugly and alone. I hated my mother. I hated Tyler. I think I
hated everyone.

I must have stood there in the bathroom
staring at myself and thinking evil thoughts for twenty minutes
before I left. When I got outside, all the kids were gone. The
school halls were quiet. I headed over to my locker past the
library.

“
Where do you think you’re
going?” Tyler said as he threw my arms over my head against my
school locker and held them in place.

“
This isn’t funny,” I said
firmly. “Let me go.” I tried to wiggle out of my ex-boyfriend’s
grasp, but he held me too tight.

He pressed his lips against mine.

“
Stop it!” I twisted my
head away, but he held fast, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
“Ugh! Don’t, don’t.” I squirmed to get away. In a fury, I tried to
knee him in the groin, but he blocked my aggressions with his legs.
At once, he pressed up against me.

I kept trying to kick at him as I tried to
spit his tongue out of my mouth. I knew he was broken up about our
break up, but I didn’t want to be with him anymore. He cheated on
me with my own mother. I found them together. It was a tragic
horror that I hadn’t been able to wrap my mind around. I just
couldn’t believe it. I felt like my heart was torn out of my body
and squashed. But, my mom threatened to kick me out of the house
if I told my step-father what she did. And now Tyler wanted me
back!

I started sweating all over. His advances
were scaring me. He just wasn’t normal. In a panic, I bit down on
his tongue as hard as I could.

He screamed as he released me. In agony, he
was throwing his head around. “Why won’t you let me talk to you?”
He demanded. His face was beat red, his brown hair was all messed
up and hot perspiration slid down his forehead.

“
Just leave me alone. You
dug your own grave. Live in it, freak.” I grabbed my books out of
my locker. “Leave me alone,” I cried as I started to run
away.

But, he chased after me through the empty
quad. I just had to get home and away from him. I could hear his
feet hitting the pavement behind me as we ran.

In a rush, he grabbed my wrist and swung me
around.

“
Help,” I screamed as I
looked through the quad for a teacher or some other kids. Everybody
had left for the day and all the athletes were already in the
fields and gym too far away to hear my calls.

“
I’m sorry,” he pleaded.
But, his nostrils were flared and he looked really angry. “But, you
just weren’t putting out. A guy needs some and your mother came
onto me!”

I slapped him hard across the face. And then
I tried to run away, but he held fast to my wrist.

“
Just hear me out,” he
demanded. The fierce look was still in his eyes.

I turned to him, face to face. Bile lifted
and burned in my throat. “I don’t love you.” I stared at him
directly in the eyes. “I don’t want you.”

He threw me to the ground and kicked me in
the side. “I don’t want you either.”

I looked up at him, shock in my eyes.

And then he spit on me. “Whore,” he said.And
he ran away.

I must have laid there on the ground for
five minutes before I got up. My mind was so messed up. It seemed
like everyone I cared about betrayed me. I just wanted to die.

The palm trees were swaying in the hot Santa
Anna winds. Nobody was around. The lunch lines in the quad were
empty. I grabbed my backpack up off the ground and went back over
to my locker to get my stuff.

When I opened my locker, to my utter shock,
I saw an unbelievable diamond necklace on one of the shelves. It
looked like something from a museum. The center stone was a
gigantic yellow diamond with big white diamonds forming the
neckline. I looked around. There was nobody there. I quickly took
the necklace and slid it inside my shorts’ pocket.

I gathered up my books, placed them in my
backpack, and started walking toward home. I didn’t know what to
think. My mind was racing with thoughts. How in the world could
such an expensive piece of jewelry get into my locker? I wondered
what I should do with it. It would be a mistake to tell my mother
because she would just say I stole it even though I had never
stolen anything in my life. Lately, she was finding even more fault
with me than usual.

As I cut through the fields to get to my
house, I felt like someone was following me. It was a strange
feeling like I was being watched. I wiped the perspiration off my
forehead and looked around. Nobody was there, so I continued
onwards.

At once, I heard a rush through the trees. I
turned around and again I saw that I was alone. My adrenaline
started pumping. I knew I wasn’t by myself. I was sure of it. The
presence felt closer. I started to jog. My backpack was heavy.
There was breathing. I could hear it. In a panic, I ran as fast as
I could all the way home. When I got to my parents house, I rushed
in and locked the door.