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Authors: Erin R Flynn

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Broken

Table of Contents

A Supernatural Script Inc. Book

Acknowledgements

Title Page

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2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

11

Sneak Peek: The Turning

About the Author

Other Titles by Erin R Flynn

A Supernatural Script Inc. Book

 

In My Dreams 3: Broken

Copyright © 2014 Erin R. Flynn

E-book ISBN: 978-1-940036-30-4

 

First E-book Publication: August 2014

 

Editing by Jae Ashley

Cover design by Heidi Sutherlin

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

 

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It is fiction so facts and events may not be accurate except to the current world the book takes place in.

 

Acknowledgements

 

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

 

Amazon
: Amazon Technologies, Inc.

American Express
: American Express Marketing & Development Corp.

Best Buy
: BBY Solutions, Inc.

Belkin
: Belkin International Inc.

Blu-ray
: Blu-ray Disc Association

Bridesmaids
: Universal City Studios Productions LLLP

Burger King
: Burger King Corporation

Captain Morgan
: Diageo North America, Inc.

Costco
: Costco Wholesale Membership, Inc.

Dish
: Dish Network, LLC

Dodge Ram:
Chrysler, LLC

Florida Georgia Line
: Orange Peach Line, Inc.

Game of Thrones
: Home Box Office, Inc.

Gatorade
: Stokely-Van Camp, Inc.

Godfather's Pizza
: Godfather’s Pizza Inc.

Google
: Google, Inc.

Home Depot
: Homer TLC, Inc.

Hy-Vee
: Hy-Vee, Inc.

iHome
: SDI Technologies, Inc.

iPod
: Apple, Inc.

Jenny Craig
: Societe Des Produits Nestle, S.A.

Jimmy Johns
: Jimmy John’s Enterprises, LLC

Lord of the Rings
: The Saul Zaentz Company DBA Tolkien Enterprises

Lowe’s
: LF, LLC

Menards
: Menard, Inc.

NASA
: National Aeronautics Space Program

Penny Dreadful
: Showtime Networks Inc.

Pizza Hut
: Pizza Hut, Inc.

Pontiac G6
: General Motors LLC

Sam's Club
: Wal-Mart Stores, Inc.

Sherlock Holmes
: Conan Doyle Estate Limited

Shop-Vac
: Shop Vac Corporation

Sprite
: The Coca-Cola Company

Taco Bell
: Taco Bell Corp.

True Blood
: Home Box Office, Inc.

Victoria's Secret
: Victoria’s Secret Stores Brand Management, Inc.

Weight Watchers
: Weight Watchers International, Inc.

Word
: Microsoft Corporation

 

1

 

When my next door neighbors told me they were moving, I had a hard time even faking a sad response. Sure, they weren’t bad… But they weren’t that great either. The guy was okay, but he didn’t say much and we didn’t really interact besides a wave here and there when we were both grilling. And the gal just blurted whatever came into her mind apparently—most of it really insulting and as if it was the funniest thing ever.

Normally it was just completely ignorant, and I wanted to ask if she had a low IQ or if she thought pissing people off was the best way to make friends.

And their kids were
demons
. Seriously, I called them Lucifer and Beelzebub. At first I’d thought Lucifer was special needs, having a cute little lisp, and gave him a break,
super
sweet to him, even patient when he kept yelling at my dog. Until I saw the little shit shoot crap at my pup when he didn’t think I was around, giggling that no one was there to save him.

I didn’t feel bad for a second when I made Lucifer cry from the verbal lashing I gave him. After that I saw the evil
pretend
angel
he was. He didn’t play, he
screamed
, loving that I worked from home, and taunted me with it when his parent’s weren’t around to hear his words. He threw sticks on my side of the yard when they mowed, brought their dogs to pee and poo on my grass
after
my dog died saying I must miss having it around. I just blinked at the kid and told him to stop, that it was cruel when I was grieving.

“You can’t make me. Adults can’t beat kids. You shouldn’t have let your dog die.” And the little shit walked away. I know it was stupid. I know I was the adult. But I still went inside and cried my eyes out. I was
grieving
and an eleven-year-old just rubbed salt in the wound.

The other demon wasn’t so outright. He was the instigator, that kid we all hated in school. He never bullied or pulled crap. He was just
that
kid who whispered in everyone’s ear and got
them
to do the stupid mean shit. So yeah, after the first several months, I didn’t even call them Lucifer and Beelzebub behind their backs and flat out said the names in front of their parents.

They asked me to stop, and I explained I would as soon as their kids quit acting like the demons I had read about in the Bible when I’d attended Catholic school.

Oddly enough they hadn’t brought it up again, but I did find it funny that when they announced they were moving in the spring that they were expecting some tearful reaction from me. I didn’t think I could get worse neighbors. And if I did, calling the police on them was always an option. Plus, things could get
better
. I probably jinxed the outcome with that line of thought, but I was an author, the storyteller and eternal dreamer.

Some single hottie could move in next door or someone who would
introduce
me to a single hottie and all my dreams would come true. Yeah, that was likely to happen. And I would win the lottery when I never bought a ticket.

The house sold quickly which surprised me since I’d been inside. It wasn’t a bad house, just this crazy split level that had a few stairs to get to any different room and I didn’t think they had completed any of their half-finished “projects” they’d been working on. Then again, it might have made the house sell for next to nothing. There was real potential there, and it could have been some remodeler’s dream fixer-upper.

I winced at the idea. That meant loud construction. Hello earplugs! And people always said it was so great for me that I worked from home. I guess they forgot about things like that. Granted, I did like it, but in reality there were just as many drawbacks as working in an office.

Monday I was dragging bags of my trash to my cans in the driveway, and I knew my old neighbors were gone, but I didn’t know the new ones were moving in until I saw the truck.

“Hey, she’s here! Our neighbor’s outside,” a loud, deep voice called out. I flipped the lid to my can as my head snapped in the direction of the shout. I saw a mid-twenties guy staring at me, waving. I tossed my bags into the garbage and gave a little wave back, mentally groaning because I was of
course
about to meet whoever had moved in while wearing flip flops, yoga capris, and tank with shelf bra… And only that.

Great. Yeah, nothing says,
Hi, nice to meet you. I’m a complete slob
, like that.

Two guys jumped out from the back of the truck next to the first, and I had a moment of wondering if I was seeing triple… But not. Though they were far away and I hadn’t had any coffee yet, so yeah, that was the moment.

What I mean was they were all wearing cargo shorts and white sneakers, no shirts, perfectly toned, tanned, lean chests. And had really jet black hair. That was all I could see considering they were over a hundred feet away. It was simply something I didn’t expect to see first thing in the morning and made me blink a moment and wonder if I’d been mistaken.

They jogged over, and I swallowed loudly, wondering if this was my own little frat fantasy come to life, but as they got closer, I saw they were all probably twenty-seven or twenty-eight, so too old for college.

Brothers though maybe? No,
not
brothers, I realized as they stepped up to me.

“Hi, Cara, Cara Quinn, right?” the first greeted as I stepped out around the can. “Sorry to just rush over here but we wanted to say hi and ask a favor.”

“Yes, hi,” I chuckled, taking his hand. He shook firmly and then used his other one to gently grasp my forearm in an extra-friendly greeting. “And you are?”

“Right, I’m Aspen.” Aspen with deep hunter green eyes, long hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, pointed nose but not ugly, eyebrows that almost made me want to hold him down and manscape him like Chris Pine’s but still sexy.

“I’m Cypress,” the next one said as Aspen let go of my hand. I shook with him next, and he greeted me the same but this time, touching my upper arm as well. He had jet black hair, same build, and green eyes as well. But the reason I knew they couldn’t be related was obvious. Cypress had shamrock green eyes, longer hair as well, but just past his ears, a straight nose, thinner lips than Aspen, and high arching eyebrows. High cheek bones too.

“You’re moving in too?” I hedged, glancing between him and Aspen as I pulled back my hand.

“We all are,” the third one explained, smiling widely. Yeah,
definitely
not related. He had light, sea foam green eyes that sparkled like gems, longer hair with curls, a button nose, perfectly manicured eyebrows that were more on the thin side, and really plush lips.

He was gorgeous on the side of pretty actually. They were all hot, but I could stare at him all day and just blush. He and Aspen were about six-three, Cypress only an inch shorter. I’d never seen three men who really were exactly alike in height, build, hair color, and green eyes, but
completely
different otherwise.

So weird.

He
spread his arms wide and stepped up, giving me a bear hug. “So excited to meet you, Cara! I’m Teak.” I flinched and tried to take a step back. “What’s wrong?”

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