Blackness Takes Over & Blackness Awaits by Norma Jeanne Karlsson Read Free Book Online

over to him and slide my toothbrush in the bag and zip it up. This is the worst break up ever!
    “Why do I feel like we’re breaking up?” I question them sheepishly.
    Sully humphs, “Because you are breaking up with us, Kid.” I look up at him shocked.
    “What the hell does that mean, Sully?” I ask pointedly. I didn’t fucking do anything. I’m trying to be responsible here, jeez.
    “We don’t want you to go and you’re still going. That’s a break up, Kid. This blows!” He flops down on the bed next to Cally. I look over at Kavy who is leaning against the wall with his face directed at the ceiling. These guys are really jacked up. They want a seventeen-year-old girl to move into their bachelor pad. Who are these people?
    “You are the strangest boys I have ever met. I’ll stay until Sunday, but then I’m out,” I’m serious. I can’t move in here with them. It’s too much too soon in my journey to wherever the fuck I’m headed. I need dorm life, right? It’s what shapes you into a normal adult. Communal showers and strange smells, I already have the awesome neighbor. They let out a harmonized sigh and agree. Weirdoes!

    Sunday is here before we blink. I had so much class work and reading to catch up on. The boys recorded lectures, took notes for me, and brought me all of our assignments. I’m lucky it’s the beginning of the quarter so I’m not missing any exams. I did have to tell my coach I was in an “accident” and she put me down as injured until the team doctor clears me to play. I hope to be back at practice in two more weeks. While I’ve been catching up on work, the boys apparently had missed an inordinate amount of PlayStation they were catching up on. Time flew.
    We decided to go out to brunch today. I’ve been cooking pretty much every meal since I’ve been back on my feet. To say they love my cooking is beyond an understatement, but today is moving day, so I’m off duty. I had gone to Neiman Marcus with Cally on Friday to get some extra strength cover up for my green and yellow bruises and grabbed a new boat neck cashmere sweater. I look normal for the first time in two weeks. It’s refreshing.
    We settle into brunch, and the boys are quiet while we eat, which is bizarre. These three are never quiet, especially when food is involved. I know our little house playing adventure is ending, I’m sad about it too, but it’s time to be done.
    “Come on guys. Don’t be such babies. It’s not the end of the world. You guys have been leaving me at your place alone while you’ve gone to class, this is no different. I’ll just be at the dorms listening to awesome singing.”
    “Kid,” Kavy huffs, “you’ve gotta stay. I’m sleeping, Callaghan’s no longer a monk,” I see a middle finger out of my periphery, “and O’Sullivan is your Sully. All is right with the world. You said you trusted us and that’s a big fuckin’ deal for you. Why are you puttin’ up such a goddamn fight?” He’s irritated and his tone is harsh at the end.
    Why am I fighting it? I don’t know, honestly. I’m new to this trust and honesty thing. I’m good on my own. Uncle Mick left me to it most of the time and I was good like that. I trust him and love him, but he raised me to be fiercely independent. I’ve never been so involved with anyone in my life like I am these guys, and it’s only been two weeks. I don’t know how to do it. Plus, money. How am I going to afford a quarter of the rent at a place like theirs? That’s my next try.
    “I can’t. I can’t pay for your place. I have a trust fund, but I don’t get access until I’m eighteen. Uncle Mick never made our situation legal so the Witch still holds those purse strings. The estate executor sends Uncle Mick a monthly allowance and that’s all I get. I’m supposed to still be in high school so I don’t get any college upgrades. No one knows I’m here because it’s not exactly legal for a seventeen-year-old with no parents and