David Quotes in Son of a Trickster
He looked down. Blood and chunks had turned the front of his jeans red. And of course his homework was blowing down the street and he didn’t want to arrive late, get stared at for his dog-splattered jeans and not have his homework done. His mom wrapped him in her arms while the cop asked Richie to describe his other pit bull. She squeezed him until his ribs creaked.
“Richie could be the answer to a lot of our problems,” she whispered in his ear. “If you keep your cool and don’t take this personally.”
He choked on his answer, trying to pull out of her grip.
“I’d kill and die for you, Jelly Bean,” she said. “Don’t ever forget that.”
A raven landed on the sidewalk in front of him, black and ominous. It cocked its head, studying him. Jared liked crows because they were small and goofy, but ravens with their deep croaks and their large size unnerved him.
“FYI,” the raven said, “advertisers lie to get you to buy their product. If you coat yourself in Axe body spray, girls aren’t going to pull your clothes off. They’re going to hold their noses and back away.”
Holy crap, Jared thought. I am still way more stoned than I thought.
The raven hopped closer. “So do everyone a favour and stop bathing in it. Okay?”
“‘Kay,” Jared said.
He took her hand and put it on his ribs. “My mom dated this douche named David. He didn’t like my grades, so he broke a couple of my ribs. Slowly. He got a boner when I started screaming.”
Sarah flinched. “That’s messed up.”
After a bit she kissed him, then took her hand back and reached up for the j. She inhaled deep before she curled into his side.
“I feel numb,” she said, “all the time, like I took sleeping pills and can’t wake up. I just want to feel something.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jared said. “And I don’t want to be hurt.”
David Quotes in Son of a Trickster
He looked down. Blood and chunks had turned the front of his jeans red. And of course his homework was blowing down the street and he didn’t want to arrive late, get stared at for his dog-splattered jeans and not have his homework done. His mom wrapped him in her arms while the cop asked Richie to describe his other pit bull. She squeezed him until his ribs creaked.
“Richie could be the answer to a lot of our problems,” she whispered in his ear. “If you keep your cool and don’t take this personally.”
He choked on his answer, trying to pull out of her grip.
“I’d kill and die for you, Jelly Bean,” she said. “Don’t ever forget that.”
A raven landed on the sidewalk in front of him, black and ominous. It cocked its head, studying him. Jared liked crows because they were small and goofy, but ravens with their deep croaks and their large size unnerved him.
“FYI,” the raven said, “advertisers lie to get you to buy their product. If you coat yourself in Axe body spray, girls aren’t going to pull your clothes off. They’re going to hold their noses and back away.”
Holy crap, Jared thought. I am still way more stoned than I thought.
The raven hopped closer. “So do everyone a favour and stop bathing in it. Okay?”
“‘Kay,” Jared said.
He took her hand and put it on his ribs. “My mom dated this douche named David. He didn’t like my grades, so he broke a couple of my ribs. Slowly. He got a boner when I started screaming.”
Sarah flinched. “That’s messed up.”
After a bit she kissed him, then took her hand back and reached up for the j. She inhaled deep before she curled into his side.
“I feel numb,” she said, “all the time, like I took sleeping pills and can’t wake up. I just want to feel something.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jared said. “And I don’t want to be hurt.”
