Page 211 of Restless
Blood, pray, pray, blood, blood, blood, pray, pray.
Rule thrust his fingers through his hair.
“Dad, Rule has to talk to you later,” CJ said.
“About what, boy?”
“Nothing we can talk about here, Dad.”
“That sounds serious,” Mom said, concerned.
If she’d died…
If she gets pregnant again, save her! Cut the baby out of her!
Won’t that hurt her?
Do it!
“You okay, dude?” Grant asked, staring at him.
Is he judging me?
No!
The word bounced in his head like an echoing scream. When Mom collapsed, he’d screamed and screamed inside.
Mom stood. “Now that dessert is over, why don’t you and the rest of the kids, show Jaleena, Jillian, and Juliana, the basement, CJ?”
Rule frowned. All Js? It made his head hurt. Lately, everything made his head hurt.
You can forgive Megan. Kill JaZuria!
“I want to stay up here, Momma,” Rebel said. “We can dance.”
“CJ and Jaleena doesn’t want to spend all their time with adults, Reb,” Mom protested. “We can dance another time.”
Rebel glanced at Diesel, then batted her eyelashes at Mom. “Pul-leaze, Momma?” She shimmied, too provocatively. “I can show off my dance moves.”
She still wants Diesel.
Kill her.
Kill him.
I love them!
She can do worse.
He has Tabitha.
We hate Tabitha.
“Fine!” Mom capitulated.
CJ interfered.
He doesn’t realize Rebel’s game.
