Chapter 20
MARILYN
Freak. Geek. Slut.
All words I was used to… At sixteen.
At ten, school took a turn for me, and I sealed the first deal I ever made six years later with a jackass jock in the back of a cafeteria.
Not my finest hour.
My hand was damp with small rivets of sweat—swipes of ink still across my palm. I dropped a twenty into Ryan Garrison’s hand, and when I did, he grinned at me, eyes full of greed, mouth full of perfect white teeth.
The thought of any food right now made me sick, and as he tossed Amelia Spencer’s note into my hand, the sight of my name on top of the crinkled, lined paper made me even sicker.
If I wouldn’t get detention… I would have screamed every filthy word my mom had forbidden me to ever utter.
Because I’d just made a deal with the devil.
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