PREVIEW OF VOLUME 4: WICKED LIES BOYS TELL
Penn
Lies.
Everyone lies.
Not everyone lies well.
I’m one of those people. A bad liar. My truths are like little flashes of light. Stars blinking in the inky black sky. They beacon to the sea of people beneath me, revealing I’m nothing more than a plastic smile melting away in the harsh burn of reality.
And my reality hurts like hell.
Beneath my weak attempts at pretend happiness, I’m a void. Emptying emptiness. Dripping nothing into an endless pool of nothingness.
My pain is the truth I know best.
Aching, soul-shattering, longing.
The loneliness pulling my every cell into its dark depths is almost too much to bear. Some days, I can barely breathe. The suffering is a sadist, cutting me little by little, day by day, until one day I’ll be completely drained. Dried up and hollow. One last kick to the heart before I’m scattered into the wind, forgotten.
I’m in love with my best friend.
Lie.
I’m in love with my enemy.
Truth.
But they’re the same. They. Are. The. Same. Lines in my world are blurry between fantasy and reality. Truth and lies. Love and hate.
Copeland Justice is my enemy. My once best friend. The sadist in my heart plucking and pulling at every thread of who I am until I’m unraveled at his feet.
His mouth says he hates me. His eyes burn with animosity for me. His heart beats for someone else.
But Copeland Justice is the best liar of us all.