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Scarred Beautiful

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Scarred Beautiful

Copyright © 2014 by Beth Michele

 

Cover Design by Regina Wamba, Mae I Design & Photography

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Editing by Lea Burn, Indie Express

Proofread by Julie Deaton, Indie Express

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Interior Design by Angela McLaurin, Fictional Formats

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Also by Beth Michele:

Love Love

Lovely

Prologue – Fran - 7 years old

Chapter One – Fran - Expressive Dramatic

Chapter Two – Matt – Roses, anyone?

Chapter Three – Fran – Leaving on a jet plane

Chapter Four – Matt – One condition

Chapter Five – Fran – Goodbye girl

Chapter Six – Matt – A crazy coincidence

Chapter Seven – Fran – The stick

Chapter Eight – Matt – Dirty thoughts

Chapter Nine – Fran - Scars

Chapter Ten – Matt – Gotta love aggravation

Chapter Eleven – Fran – Verbal sparring

Chapter Twelve – Matt – Little Spark

Chapter Thirteen – Fran – I dare you

Chapter Fourteen – Matt – Castles in the sand

Chapter Fifteen – Fran – Smile, Smile, Smile

Chapter Sixteen – Matt – Scary clowns

Chapter Seventeen – Fran – Let loose

Chapter Eighteen – Matt - Sunshine

Chapter Nineteen – Fran – Decent company

Chapter Twenty – Matt – Alphabetizing

Chapter Twenty-One – Fran – Note slinger

Chapter Twenty-Two – Matt - Consumed

Chapter Twenty-Three – Fran - Theories

Chapter Twenty-Four – Matt – Daydreams

Chapter Twenty-Five – Fran – Knock, knock

Chapter Twenty-Six – Matt – All good things…

Chapter Twenty-Seven – Fran – Half a heart

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Matt – Giving chase

Chapter Twenty-Nine – Fran – Who needs reality?

Chapter Thirty – Matt – Tumbleweeds

Chapter Thirty-One – Fran – Say something

Chapter Thirty-Two – Matt – That’s just crazy

Chapter Thirty-Three – Fran – The list

Chapter Thirty-Four – Matt - Thunderstorms

Chapter Thirty-Five – Fran – A temporary fix

Chapter Thirty-Six – Matt – Tick, tock

Epilogue – One Year Later – Fran

Acknowledgements

About the Author

 

 

 

To Mom and Dad, you were the first ones to show me that I could be whatever I wanted to be in this life. I am forever grateful for your love and support. I love you.

 

Everyone has scars. Remember that you are stronger than your broken parts. Don’t let them define who you are.

 

 

 

My nose felt like a million tiny icicles were sitting on it, and my hands were shaking since Daddy didn’t give me any gloves, but I was still smiling because I was with Kera.

The swing set creaked and the poles popped out of the ground as Kera and I rocked up toward the sky, seeing who could pump faster. She always won because my thighs and tummy were sore, and sometimes when I kicked my legs up, my belly squished and it started to hurt.

“Faster, faster,” Kera said.

“I’m trying,” I told her. I was trying as hard as I could.

She giggled as she got higher and higher. “I’m going to touch the clouds first!” she screamed.

“No, me!” I shouted back, swinging as far as my little legs would take me.

We were smiling and laughing so hard, I thought I might have an accident in my pants, but I knew I better not because Daddy would be mad.

“Look, that cloud looks like a teddy bear,” I sang, my cheeks turning pink from the chilly winter air.

“I see a giraffe. Look at his funny, long neck!” she exclaimed, sticking her own neck out and making a silly sound with her throat.

We were giggling so hard my stomach started to hurt even more than it already did, but I stopped once I heard Daddy’s voice.

“Franny, come inside,
now
!”

“I have to go,” I told her, jumping off the swing and running toward the house as fast as I could.

When I looked over my shoulder to say goodbye, Kera smiled happily and waved as she skipped off to her mom who was waiting on their front step.

“Take me with you,” I whispered, before he pulled me inside. I wanted to scream those words out but it suddenly felt like there was a big ball of Play-doh stuck in my throat.

The door slammed shut, leaving me alone with Daddy.

And even if I
could
scream no one would hear me.

So no one could save me.

 

 

 

“Peyton! You know how difficult it is for me. It was hard enough overcoming my fear of elevators, but this…I just don’t know.”

I’ve had a fear of planes since I was sixteen. It’s not validated by personal experience so I realize it’s irrational. Logically, I know there’s a better chance of something happening in a car than on a plane, but the part I can’t wrap my head around is the escape route. At least in a car I’m closer to the ground and not floating in the vacant sky with nowhere to go but down, the long, agonizing drop to the earth my only thing to look forward to.

Peyton sifts through rows of clothing in my closet looking for a dress to wear to the club tonight. I say rows because I have a walk-in closet that’s bigger than our oversized bathroom and I’m a bit of a clotheshorse…oh, and shoes too. “Fran, what’s so hard? You’ll get on…take a nice, plush, cushy seat, lean your head back, and go to sleep. Or, better yet, stick a couple of mini Jack Daniels in your purse, and you’ll do just fine.”

My voice rises to a high-pitched shriek that reverberates off the walls. “It’s five freaking hours and forty-five minutes, Peyton! That’s with plenty of chances for it to encounter turbulence, storms, and who knows what else? Just like in
Castaway
!”

Peyton rolls her eyes and shakes her head, and I realize that I may be laying it on pretty thick. “Really, Fran…
Castaway
? You’ve been watching way too many movies. What choice do you have anyway? Do you actually want to be on a train to California for three days, or would you rather sit in luxury for six hours?”

I let out a huge groan and a giant puff of air releases right along with it. “Yes, because if you’re going to go out, you might as well do it in style.”

She waves her hands above her head, drawing pictures in the air. “Oh my God, Fran…you’re SO dramatic! Come on, you can do this. It’ll be a piece of cake. I have faith in you.”

“I prefer to call it expressive,” I grumble. At least that’s what my fourth grade teacher Mrs. Hemler called it when she made me sit up front in class because I talked too much.

“Okay, then.” Peyton gives me a crisp nod. “You’re an expressive dramatic.”

My parents said I should’ve been an actress. I was always making mountains out of molehills, like going into a thirty minute monologue about the reason I shouldn’t eat peas, which by the way was because I’d turn green. It was my way of trying to get their attention which is laughable considering I was an only child.

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