Desecrated Flesh (Desecrated Duet Book 1), page 1
Desecrated Duet Book One
Desecrated Flesh
C.A. Rene
Copyright © 2020 C.A. Rene
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Cover Design By: Macy Chow
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Playlist
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
About the Author
Desecrated Duet
Dedication
Life’s path isn’t a smooth paved one, it’s rough with gravel, and full of bumps. When your feet become weary of the difficult travel, remember this: Stop and enjoy the view around you. Watch the sunset, feel the breeze through your hair, and find the intersections of people worth traveling with.
Playlist
Praying – Kesha
Thank U - Alanis Morrissette
Beautiful Goodbye – Amanda Marshall
Rise – Katy Perry
Not Ready to Make Nice – The Chicks
Strawberry Wine – Deana Carter
Jesus, Take the Wheel – Carrie Underwood
I’ll Stand by You – Carrie Underwood
Remember When – Alan Jackson
Amazed – Lonestar
Like I’m Gonna Lose You – Meghan Trainor, John Legend
Undo It – Carrie Underwood
Body Like a Back Road – Sam Hunt
Fight Song – Rachel Platten
Breathe – Faith Hill
"You know you want it." His hot breath hits the back of my neck. I shake my head but it's sluggish and the movement makes the forest around me spin. "Yes you do, I’ve seen you watching me."
I never watch him. I'm too busy watching his younger brother.
"No..." I moan but it comes out weak because I can barely form words.
I drank way too much. I tried to drown my sorrows and instead got myself into more trouble. My papa is probably looking for me and I can bet so is Brody. Why did I come down here? Why did I follow him? Because I trusted him, I've known him since I was in diapers.
The grass I'm laying on is tickling the exposed skin on my legs and cheek. I wish I could get up but my body is like lead. I feel his fingers reach into the waistband of my shorts as he pulls them down to my knees.
"Please..." I try to shake my head again.
"Fuck, I love it when they beg." I hear someone else chuckle and my stomach sinks. Who else is here? I didn’t see anyone else, I only followed him.
"No." I try to sound stronger but I'm so drunk, it's hard to speak.
"Shh." He says as he props my waist up in the air. "Check out this fresh pussy."
I try to move my head to see who he's talking to but the world turns and I close my eyes to make it stop. Suddenly, a ripping pain tears through me and I open my mouth in a soundless scream.
The onslaught doesn't stop and I feel tears coursing down my cheeks and dripping onto the earth my face is pressed into. The rough movement makes my cheek scrape along the ground and the pain I am feeling all over collides inside me.
Mama was right, boys can never be trusted.
Senior year starts today and I am that much closer to being done with J.F. Kennedy Prep and every person in it. Well, not every person, my best friend Kimmy will always be in my life but the rest can fucking burn. To say my high school life is torture would be an understatement.
"Kailey-Himari Richard!" My papa calls out from the bottom of the stairs, "you will not be late on your first day, young lady."
I groan and roll out of bed, fuck my life. I can feel my hair sticking at odd angles on my head and I swipe at my eyes, dislodging the crust nestled in the corners. I should shower, I should also care about my appearance but I can't seem to muster up one fuck to give. My phone chimes from my bedside and I grab it to swipe open my messages.
Kimmy: Girl, try to look at least presentable today. No more sweats and hats. Wear something hot and for fucksakes SHOWER!
I don't even know how she does that. Knowing my moves better than I do. I quickly tap out a reply.
Me: I will shower but fuck looking hot.
Kimmy: You should go for a shock effect this year. Take your no fucks given attitude up a notch. Show ‘em what you got packing, Bitch.
I stare at her message far longer than I should. Should I? Should I set every brain dead kid in that school on a tailspin? I won't lie, it sounds tempting. For the previous three years in that school, I tried to stay under the radar, not attract too much attention because none of it has been good, but it's gotten me nowhere. I'm still bullied. I still have shit written on my locker weekly, rotting food stuffed through the grate, food thrown at me in the cafeteria and the best-my clothes stolen from my gym locker. You try wearing sweaty gym clothes after you ran two miles in the Louisiana heat. Maybe Kimmy is right, maybe it is time to take back my last year of high school.
Shower it is.
Don't get me wrong, I don't take the bullying lying down. I'm mouthy as fuck and tell just about anyone off. It hasn't gotten physical yet but if it did, I would have no problem throwing down. My bullying isn't typical, I'm not the meek little girl or the nerd who stands out, I'm bullied because my ex-best friend thought he could ruin my life in some kind of revenge ploy. He has yet to succeed because I still get up every morning and bring my ass to school, just so I can smile into his pitiful face. I do this because I have already been through the worst and high school bullies don't scare me.
I get into my bathroom and start the shower, I take one look at myself in the mirror and cringe. I look a mess, my light brown hair is in waves and sticking out all over my head, my olive skin is flushed and still has sleep lines embedded into my cheeks. My light hazel eyes reflect back at me looking tired and swollen. My features are unique because my mama was Japanese. My eyes are almond shaped and slightly slanted upward and my pert button nose comes from her. My papa is Cajun through and through, that's where my hair and eye color come from. My lips are full and a natural dusty rose color.
Once the shower is steaming I get in, I know I don't have long to get ready today, so I have to cut it short. I wash my hair and condition the knots and then I scrub myself down with my coconut shower gel. It'll have to do. I jump out and wrap myself up in a towel. Usually, I would take my long, thick hair and twist it up into a messy bun, but today I decide to blow dry it and set it with some mousse, letting my natural waves set in. I don't know if listening to Kimmy is such a good idea but I have to admit, I've hidden myself for far too long. It’s time I take back my body and reclaim my femininity.
With that being said, I head into my closet and push aside all the oversized hoodies and baggy jeans. Can't wear that and reclaim shit. I pull out clothes I've bought but never had the nerve to put on. A black pair of high-waisted skinny jeans and a white lace crop top. Underneath I pull on a white spaghetti strapped sports bra. I haven't worn a pair of heels in over three years but looking at them I can't deny I want to. I stand at 5'5", not too short by any means, so I’ve never felt the need to wear them, until today. I slip on a strappy pair of sandals and exit my closet to sit at my vanity. A lot of this make up is old-again, not something I cared about-but fuck it.
Today, I'm tempting the devil.
I pull into the parking lot and rest my head against the steering wheel. Maybe this was a bad idea. I can hear students laughing and greeting each other and it sets my heart pounding, reverberating through my ear drums. I breathe in deep and exhale slowly, I can do this. I have been through much, much worse. A knock comes to my window and I sit up straight with a scream on the tip of my tongue. I look and see Kimmy standing at my car. Her eyes widen when she sees me and she does a slow clap backing away so I can get out.
"Girl!" She squeals, "I really didn't think you'd do it."
"I'm regretting it." I let my head fall back on a groan.
"You look gorgeous." She wraps her arm into mine and forces me to stand in front of my car window.
Kimmy is beautiful, she's a n
"Look at you," she breathes. "Beautiful. Is that lip gloss?"
"Mm hmm."
"And mascara!"
"Let's get this over with." I whine. "Allons."
She nods and turns me back in the direction of the school. We walk by different groups and most of them set to whispering as I walk by. I don't care, I don't care. I repeat the mantra in my head.
Then, straight ahead is the group I want to avoid. The four guys who started my misery here.
"Keep your damn head up." Kimmy growls at me as we near them.
I don't look in their direction and for once, the four of them are silent as I walk by. Not one sneer, not a single word spat at me. It's weird and to be honest a little nerve-wracking.
"Wow," Kimmy chuckles. "They were speechless."
"Shut up." I grit out.
She takes a look over her shoulder and quickly whips her head back around. "They are staring at you."
"I knew I shouldn't have done this." I whisper.
"Own it, Boo. You can do this." She's right, I know she is. I just have to continuously remind myself that I have been through worse.
Up next, I’m faced with the bitch crew of JFK Prep. The four guys may have started my misery, but these four girls are the ones who enact it, like a pack of dogs.
"What do we have here?" Georgina cackles. Her highlighted auburn hair shining and full. Her big blue eyes narrowed and full of hate. Georgina is really tall for a girl, hitting 6’0” and her curves are full and lush. Every guy wants her and all girls want to be her.
"A human," I snarl. "Might be a good idea for you to actually learn this year. You'll need college to amount to anything."
"Do you have lip gloss on?" Casey snickers. Georgina’s right hand bitch. She has blonde, curly hair like Kimmy’s, only hers comes from a box. She’s a lot shorter than Georgina, maybe hitting 5’1” but she’s as mean as they come. Her green eyes shine out of a face full of freckles that I would find adorable on anyone else but her.
"And mascara too!" Connie joins in. Bitch number three. Black curly hair and brown eyes, showing her Creole roots. She is easily the most gorgeous in the group but her ugly insides tend to leak out through her very pores.
That leaves Faith. She’s the quiet one but don’t think she’s not as bad as the rest, she is. Her dark brown hair, always styled into perfect waves, flows down and over her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes give her an innocent look until she opens her mouth.
"Fuck them." Kimmy declares and pulls me around them.
"He'll never want you." Georgina calls after me, "you can put a dress on a dog but it still barks."
"You can take your herpes medication, but you'll always have it." I counter.
Kimmy chokes on a laugh and a few students near me snicker and give me appreciative looks. That's new, maybe they don't recognize me. I really hope I'm not making my last year here the worst by doing this.
"Where's your locker?" Kimmy asks.
"First floor next to study hall. You?"
"Second floor, science wing." Fuck that's far.
"We don't have a single class together either." I moan.
"We do have lunch, though." She grins.
Thank god because last year we didn't and I spent most of them in the library or in my car. This year, I will have someone to sit with at least.
"I gotta get to my locker." She says releasing her hold on me. "Remember, head up. I'll see you at lunch." I watch as she hurries away, her yellow sundress flowing around her knees.
I swallow down my trepidation and head towards my locker. Georgina, Casey, Connie, and Faith. The four fucking hound dogs that have stalked my entire high school career. Georgina is their leader and just so happens to be Brody Landry's-my ex-best friend's-girlfriend. Then her little band of whores latched onto the other three. Casey with Cooper, the all-American blonde headed quarterback, Connie with Caine, the scary steroid wrestler, and Faith with Zeke, the swim team captain. My tormentors.
I huff out a breath and open my locker. I stare into its clean interior knowing it won't stay this way for long.
"Hey Kailey." I look around and see a senior guy named Andrew. He's never spoken a word to me before.
"Hi?" I say back, sounding more like a question.
"You look good." He gives me a once over. I take a deep breath and calm the jittery feeling that begins in my stomach.
"Thanks." I mutter and turn my head back into my locker.
I'm not used to male attention and I would rather it stayed that way. I have never dated and I really don't plan on it anytime soon. That's why I found it so fucking hilarious when the pack of hounds spread the rumor about me being a whore.
"Look what we have here, y'all." Fuck. "Miss KH herself, looking fucking fine."
I look up from my locker and into eyes so dark you couldn't tell the iris from the pupil.
"Cooper." I manage to grit out. He whistles and fingers my lacy crop top. I twist it out of his hold and glower at him, "what do you want?"
"I'm not fucking sure, to be honest." He chuckles while backing up. "But I will let you know soon, mon Sha." He winks and disappears into the crowd of students.
Cooper Fontenot, most popular jock at JFK. Constantly smiling and joking around, even while tormenting the lesser folks. His dimples are so deep, I bet I could sink my forefinger to the first knuckle in them. His skin is a deep golden tan due to shirtless football practices in the blaring sun. His bright blond hair, naturally highlighted by the same sun, sits like a mop on top of his head, constantly getting into his eyes. Not that I ever pay much attention. We used to be friends in primary school, he even came to my house a couple times. But he’s part of the group who's headed my bullying.
Without too much thought on them, I whip my locker door shut and head off to start my day. One day down and a fuck ton more to go until I am free.
By lunch, I'm an irritated ball of energy. I want to lash out and slap a couple people who pretty much stared at me all day. Fuck! What is it? Didn't they realize I was a girl underneath the hoodies and baggy clothes? Probably not.
Nerves hit my stomach hard as I watch students enter the cafeteria. Since freshman year, I have developed a fear of large gatherings. It's hard to determine who threw food on you when they are crowded all around you. It's a legitimate problem.
"Mon Sha." Cooper's voice sounds behind me. My eyes roll so hard into the back of my head, I fear they might be stuck for a second.
"Ech! Cooper, will you fuck-" I turn around and meet the four sets of eyes I never wanted to face alone, effectively shutting me up.
His ice blue eyes cut directly through mine and into my very soul. So much like his brother's that it makes me feel sick. I used to be able to look into those eyes and swoon, not anymore. I inhale slowly and try to calm my galloping heart. It's too much, I don’t know why I thought changing my appearance would go unnoticed.
His dark brown hair-still messy-is tousled on top of his head and cut shorter on the sides. The ends still curl a bit in towards his face, giving him a sweet, innocent look. It's a farce because Brody Landry is not any of that, he's the complete opposite. He's tall now, I have to crank my neck to look up at his face and his body is lean with a hint of the muscles he's packing showing through his t-shirt. All these things contribute to him being one of the best point guards JFK has ever had. He has a straight roman nose that doesn't dominate his face, but that mouth? Like plush pillows, pink and fleshy, they fight for the first impression with his eyes.
"Kailey! There ya are!" Kimmy's high pitch voice instantly calms me down. "I'm starving something fierce, let's see if they have seafood gumbo today." She grabs my arm and steers me away.
"Kails." His deep voice saying my old nickname stops me in my tracks. I turn around and look at Brody, raising my eyebrow. He looks at me from head to toe, "watch yourself."
I don't bother to reply, it wouldn't matter anyways. He's trying to intimidate me.
