Beautifully Broken by Shayne Donovan Read Free Book Online Page B

couldn’t share a few details and keep the rest of it held tightly in my grasp.
                  I sat on the couch staring at the bottles waiting on top of my ice box. They called to me, taunted me and promised me release from the feelings and overwhelming emotions I had. In the entire year I had been here I hadn’t once cried but two days with Cole Bradley and my everything was turned upside down and I was left balling like a baby. I chewed my lip fighting the urge to get up and down the whole bottle. I must have sat there for hours because when I looked around the sun was already going down. Finally I ripped off the blanket and walked briskly towards the kitchen, snatching the four bottles from the top of the fridge. I unscrewed the lids off all of them and one by one poured them down the drain. The whole kitchen reeked of alcohol. “I need to get out of here.” I muttered as I snatched my keys off the counter. I didn’t do friends so really I had nowhere to run to, so obviously I went to the place that I would normally go.
                  I pulled into the parking lot of the small liquor store and looked around for Mason’s beat up truck. How many times had I come stumbling in here drunk and belligerent only to have Mason Brady carry my drunk as a skunk ass home. I climbed out and made my way inside. The second the door chimed Mason looked up and rolled his eyes. “Jesus Marley, it’s a little early don’t you think?” He sounded tired and truthfully I couldn’t blame him. “Oh calm it Mason. I’m not here drunk, to drink, or even to have you haul my stupid ass back home. I just needed to talk.” His puppy dog hazel eyes and mop of brown hair made him seem younger than he was but he sat back on his stool, his eyes wide, expectant and curious. He understood this was a big thing.
                  I sighed and made my way over to the counter. “Cole Bradley.” I said as if that cleared everything up. Mason groaned, “Another one. I don’t get what it is about those Bradley boys but dagum can’t they leave some of the female population to the rest of us mortal men?” I laughed, finally feeling relaxed that I wasn’t the only one that viewed Cole Bradley as an above mortal god. “So what’s bugging you about Cole? Don’t get me wrong, he is a nice guy and I like him a lot but you wouldn’t be the first girl to fall for his charm.” He said it bitterly and I knew he was referring to Emma Jo. For the whole year and some change that I had known him he had been in love with her. “I didn’t say that I fell for his charm. I said that my issue had to do with him. His stupid philosophical try to read me crap is making me very immature.” I grumbled and picked up a lighter absently flicking on the flame.
                  Mason sighed and the door chimed. “Mason Brady.” Her voice was like maple syrup covered in sugar and dipped in chocolate. I hated it already. I turned and watched her model runway walk up to the counter. Her hair was pulled into a tight blonde ponytail, her bright green eyes lined in black and her lips lacquered with pink gloss. Mason’s eyes lit up at the sight of her and I had to fight the urge not to gag on the abundance of perfume she just shoved down my throat. She pinned me with her icy cold stare and looked me up and down like I was something disgusting that she found on the bottom of her shoe. “And you are?” She asked as she extended her manicured hand towards me. “Marley.” I didn’t bother to shake her hand as she looked me over some more. Her eyes landed on my tattoos. “You’re going to regret those.” She said snidely. I shrugged as I leaned on the counter, “Not as much as you are going to regret that nose job.” She rolled her eyes and returned them back to Mason, completely ignoring me. She smiled and trailed her manicured finger down his arm. “I’d like a bottle of wine pretty please. The sweetest one you