Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (self help books to read TXT) 📖

stilling playing the game? I don’t know. Why wouldn’t I forfeit? I had no clue. Did I believe I was going to get hurt? For sure. Did I give a damn? Hell no.
Trent was going to pay for the confusion and pain he caused me one way or another. I don’t care if I ended up getting expelled. I was going to make Trent fall for me. And when he fell hard, I was going to kick him in the gut. And laugh. That is if I don’t fall too.
No, I wouldn’t fall. He would fall for me and I’ll eventually get over him. And when I kick him – I’ll kick him all. And I won’t feel guilty – I’ll laugh. Try and laugh in his face. Soon he’ll know all the pain he caused me. Soon enough he will and he’ll realize that he can’t play Faith Lynn Pierce. Not today, a day from now, a year from now, or ever.
I hope Trent was ready. Because when I was determined to do something – I did it pretty good. He better watch out for my wrath.
I started down the hall, expecting to feel something that would lift my spirits. But nothing came, but an overwhelming empty feeling. The emptiness expanded in my gut every time I thought of inflicting pain on Trent.
I shook my head, shaking the thought away.

After running back to the bathroom and crying my eyes out, I cleaned up, changed into my cheerleading uniform, which was stored in my gym locker, I and my fellow cheerleaders walked onto the gym floor in a line just how we practiced. A huge smile was on my face, but it was forced. The crowd was roaring with cheers as we stood in a straight line in the middle of the gym. Our arms held above our heads in a ‘V’, I took a deep breath and said the words to begin the cheers. Everybody cheered and screamed and whistled, but I didn’t care. Usually, cheerleading would have me smiling and buoyant, but not today. Not after the fresh rejection from Trent Lawrence. What was worse was that I had him next. Lunch was pushed two hours earlier for the pep rally, so that meant I had to see his face immediately before I even cooled down.
In the locker room, I changed back into my outfit and stuffed my cheerleading uniform back into the locker. I wiped the perspiration from my forehead and started walking out the door when I heard a familiar voice.
“She sure didn’t look sick when she was doing the cheers,” I heard the voice say. I recognized the voice as one of the cheerleaders, Brittney. She was the cheerleading captain before I tried out.
“I agree. Do you think she used the excuse to ditch school?” Another voice asked. Kaitlyn. She was Brittney’s best friend and the only one who voted for her to be captain.
“I think so,” Brittney said mischievously. “I think coach would want to know. Wouldn’t she?”
“I think so.” Kaitlyn said and giggled.
Disgusted, I threw opened the locker room door and got out the hot room. If I had to deal with one more thing today, I swear I was going to explode.
I ran my fingers through my hair, exhausted. Instead of getting wide opened hugs from my teammates, I get rumors. I scoffed as I exited the gym. Everybody left and was probably in class now. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the period in my favorite bathroom, but then again Trent would know something was up. I wouldn’t want him to think I cared that he rejected me, now would I?
With a huge sigh, I made my way to history reluctantly.

I was listening to Jamie blather about something, but my mind wasn’t really there. It was on Trent and why he wasn’t in class when I got there. Was he hiding from me? Instead of being happy he was vulnerable, I was the complete opposite. I was miserable. Would it be too much just to see his face?
I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking? It was a game – I should be happy he wasn’t in class. But, I was nowhere near happy. I was light headed, and I felt as if I wasn’t there . . . Like I wasn’t in my own body. That was exactly how I felt right before I threw up . . .
I sighed and rested my head against the seat of Leo’s car.
“What’s wrong, Faith?” Jamie turned in her seat to look at me. “Are you feeling faint?”
I nodded. “A bit. I think I got the bug again,” I said warily.
I placed my head against the window. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah . . . can you pull over – the car’s moving isn’t really helping.” I groaned.
“Whoa! Not in my car!” Leo yelled and screeched to a halt.

I puked all over the road as I clutched my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? Why couldn’t I stop vomiting? I was starting to believe I needed medical attention. I felt lightheaded as Leo tried to hold me up. I leaned against him, needed his support more than ever. What was really going on? I wanted to know – I needed to know. I wished I could communicate with my eternal organs, so that I can ask what was wrong with me.
I was fine one moment, then I was blistering sick the next. What kind of sickness did I truly have? Could it kill me? Would it rip my soul away and leave me dead . . .
A new fear frightened me. All the while, I thought it was nothing but the stomach flu. The pain hit my lower stomach . . . hard. I groaned and clutched my lower abdomen. I couldn’t practically do anything about the pain in my stomach. And that thought made me helpless. This had to be the worst day of my life.
I felt warm tears trail down my face as Leo finally got me back into his car. I lied on my side and clutched my stomach with my hand. My fingernails were digging in my skin, my teeth biting into my lower lip.
One good thing was that I didn’t have the headache.
But, the headache didn’t compare to the pain in my stomach. It was sharp, menacing, and overwhelming. It made me feel fatigue and helpless. I couldn’t move without the sharp pain exploding through my body and I couldn’t think about anything, but the pain. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to school. I should’ve stayed home – safe and under the watch of my parents.
Even making sure Sophie didn’t do anything stupid sounded pretty good right now. But, it was too late. I was in a series of pain and a hospital was two hours from here. By then, I would probably be dehydrated with all the sweat that was dripping down my face. My mouth was dry, my skin slippery with sweat, and the pain didn’t seize or even recede a little. It was still as sharp as a knife and hurt like hell.
“Oh my gosh, Faith! You’re paler than snow!” Jamie yelled as she looked at me.
Leo looked at me in the rear-view mirror and his eyes widened. “We have to get you to a hospital!” Leo said, alarmed.
I shook my head, hand still on stomach. “T-take me home. M-my mom will take good care o-of me,” I saw the doubt in Leo’s eyes, so I added, “Please, before I die.”
Leo’s jaw clenched. “Not funny,” But he turned around and headed in the direction of my house right before I was engulfed in blackness.
***
My skin felt hot – burning hot. The air was thick and suffocating. Everything felt out of place and a must scent traveled up my nose. I scrunched up my face in distaste as I opened my eyes. I gasped and sat up straight. Where the heck was I?
Dark stone was made up of the walls, and candles were surrounded everywhere. They must not have been scented because it smelt like the rear end of a cow . . . or something worse. It smelt like death was in the same room as me. Peaking at me, smiling down on me, and expecting me. I shivered involuntarily.
By the looks of the place, it seemed as if I was in some kind of dungeon. But, what I didn’t understand was how I got here. I was just in the back of Leo’s car. What happened? I remember blackening out . . . Did someone kidnap me or was I dead and this was Hell?
But if it was hell, where was the Devil? I shook my head and stood up on my own two feet. It wasn’t until then that I realized I was wet. I was soaked with something and my shirt clung to my skin. I felt dirty and messy.
I don’t know why, but I started walking. It was like I didn’t control my feet. My brain was telling me to run and find somewhere safe to go, but my feet weren’t listening. It had something in mind and they were leading me towards something.
I really didn’t want to see anything, out of fear that I might realize this was all real. But it couldn’t be. I should be in bed now, and my mom should be taking care of me. But instead I’m here and I have no clue why.
The place was dirty and seemed to be sheltering skeletons. It smelt gross and disgusting and foreign to me. How can a place like this even exist? Did someone live here? If so, how did they even walk through this place without vomiting senseless?
When I heard a rustling sound, my heart nearly stopped. But my feet didn’t. I felt my heart beat pick up. My heart was smashing against my ribs painfully as my brain registered that danger lurks near.
I felt as if I was being watched, that someone very malicious and ravenous was around the corner and I couldn’t possibly do anything. A lump formed in my throat as my feet finally stopped moving.
It stopped at a corner. I didn’t want to see what was around the corner. What if something popped out and started stabbing me in my heart? Death was the last thing I wanted. If I wasn’t already dead.
“So, I’ve finally trapped you,”
I froze, scared and alarmed at the same time. The voice didn’t sound familiar, but it caused chills to run up and down my spine.
My stomach clenched with new found fear. I tried to turn around and run – to never look back on this place and forget about it – but my feet wouldn’t let me. Instead, they moved forward. I clenched my teeth and tried to go backwards. If I was exposed to whoever was out there, they would surely kill me.
“You thought you were so strong.”
My feet were still moving. It was moving a inch at a time, tantalizing my endocrine system. My mind told me that I was in danger, but something deep inside me told me that the voice didn’t want to hurt me. But, I didn’t believe that. There was nobody I could see that was in here, but me. The voice had to be talking to me.
But, who would want to trap me? Who would want to hurt me? What did I do that was so bad?
Finally, my feet exposed me. It was a room, lit by a single candle resting in the middle of the concrete floor. The candle illuminated a figure that looked like the frame of