Marked 1 - The Missing Link - J M Sevilla,

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//-->Marked.Part I:The missing LinkBy J.M. SevillaCopyright 2013 J.M. SevillaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any mannerwhatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in criticalarticles and reviews.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents areproducts of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, livingor dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.Marked.Part I: The missing LinkBy J.M. SevillaBook One of a Two part series.For My Husband who always remains his own person,is never ashamed to be different,and thinks so far outside the box you can't even see a box.Chapter 1Wednesday, December 254:34pmThe awkward silence filling the room has everyone shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Theireyes dart around the room, pausing on family photos to examine them as if they hold great importance.Nobody wants to bring up the white elephant in the room, but it's obvious that's all anyone can thinkabout.The white elephant, unfortunately, is me, and the faded bruise on my cheek. Thank God they can'tsee my stomach and the ugly yellowish-purple one that takes up most of it.So I wait, twirling my straight, shoulder length, golden-brown hair around my finger, chewing onmy bottom lip. Waiting for the moment when a family member's curiosity gets the best of them and thequestions begin.The sound of heels clipping the hardwood floor becomes everyone's new area of focus.My mom enters and smiles, holding up a tray full of appetizers, “Who wants some mini quiche?”The murmur of pleases and thank-yous hums around the room as my mom goes person to person,offering them a napkin and a pre-feast snack.The last person is served and she leaves the tray on the coffee table, retreating back to thekitchen. I want to scream at her to come back and not leave me alone with these people and theirprying eyes, but instead I remain silent, watching her as she deserts me. I'm hoping maternal instinctwill kick in and she'll sense my unease and come back to rescue me.No such luck.I let out a sigh and go back to twisting my hair and staring at an invisible spot on the floor. Thesilence is irritating me now. Somebody say something, anything!“So,” Uncle Ned speaks up, clearing his throat. “Would it bother anyone if I turned on thegame?”Nobody minds and I want to kiss my uncle for giving everyone a distraction and noise to drownout the silence. We all become overly absorbed in the game. Occasionally, one of them will glancemy way. I don't acknowledge them because I will be faced with expressions of concern (a look I'mbeginning to loathe), and curious eyes not wanting to ask but dying to know what happened.We all know the minute my aunt Lisa arrives; it's impossible not to. My aunt comes in twovolumes: loud, and obnoxiously loud.“Margret!” She cries from a distant spot in the house, but she might as well have been standing inthe living room with how clearly we can hear her. “Where should I put the casserole? You looklovely! It's not fair that we are only two years apart yet you look ten years younger!”My mom replies, but it's hard to make out what she says. I can tell when they reach the kitchenbecause my aunt starts yammering on about the food and wanting to make sure she isn't overcookingthe ham (she wasn't being rude, my mom overcooks it every year).A few moments later (after my mom and her older sister finish pleasantries) my aunt comes to theliving room. The minute she sees me a deep, saddened frown is placed on her lips.Here we go.“Oh, Lily.” She hurries over and pulls me into her arms for a hug, “Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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