Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(118)
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A Sneak Peek of The Swedish Prince
Karina Halle
1
Maggie
One Year Later
Tehachapi, California
“Where the hell are the Frosted Flakes?”
“Rosemary, don’t say hell.”
“We just have Cornflakes.”
“Okay, who drank the last of the orange juice and put the carton back in the fridge?”
“Why don’t you just sprinkle sugar on the Cornflakes, it’s the same as Frosted Flakes.”
“These aren’t even Cornflakes. They’re called Flakes of Corn. We can’t even afford real Cornflakes.”
“Did you know that Cornflakes were invented to stop masturbating?”
“April! Not in front of Callum.”
“What’s masturbating?”
I close my eyes and try to will myself back into the happy peaceful place that the yoga and meditation YouTube videos have been telling me about. I’ve been using them for months now to help my stress and anxiety, and I think I have to face facts that my happy peaceful place just doesn’t exist.
“Guys, everyone shut up,” Pike says in his deep voice, making everyone in the kitchen hush. “You’re going to give Maggie an aneurysm.”
A brief pause.
I can hear the grandfather clock in the hallway tick on.
Finally, Callum asks. “What’s an aneurysm?”
I open my eyes and can’t help but smile at my youngest brother. He’s only seven but he’s bright and always asking questions. Always getting into trouble too, which I’ve been discovering lately.
“It’s what I’ll get if you guys don’t behave.”
“Then what’s masturbating?”
“It’s what you do when you can’t get laid,” April says under her breath.
“April,” I reprimand her, but she doesn’t shrink at all from my glare. She never does. Pisses me right off.
I sigh and mix up some instant oatmeal into the boiling water on the stove and the kitchen dissolves into chaos again.
I never asked to be the legal guardian of my siblings. I never asked for my parents to be brutally murdered in the very home that we’re all in. I never asked to give up my dreams of a career and a better life to come back here to Tehachapi and pick up the pieces of all the lives that were completely shattered.
I never asked for any of this. None of us did. But I’m here and I’m doing the best I can every day to ensure a brighter future for my brothers and sisters.
But…shit. It is hard as hell. I was close with my mother, though we had many years of ups and downs as all mothers and daughters do. But I never once thought about how hard it must be to raise us all. I knew she worked her ass off, I knew my father did too. I knew that we always just scraped by. I grew up in a world where if something broke, you either fixed it or waited years for a replacement that wasn’t much better. Where bargain bins and thrift stores and generous neighbors were our only real source of goods.