BLURB
Life is not a love song …
I learnt the hard way that labels stick. Laura took
“lovely”, and the teacher branded me “lady-like”.
It stuck with me, even through my high school years.
It felt like that was all I’d ever be.
Until everything changed.
Lonely Lia.
Little Lia.
Lia the liar.
Lia the lost …
Now the choices are endless. But I don’t want to be
any of those either.
My name is Lia Stanton. And this is my story.
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She walks up the stairs, and
straight away my heart leaps from my chest, beating a staccato that raps into
my throat, the pulse point at my wrist, all throughout my body. I go from
steady to strung-out in the blink of an eye.
"Mum," I call, and
this time on the staircase, she spins around.
"Yes?" She frowns.
Don't go up there,
I try to say the words, but
my stupid voice won't work. My mouth moves, but no sound comes out, and Mum
tilts her head to the side. "Lia ..."
Don't!
I try to scream so loud my
lungs hurt, and still, nothing.
Don't go into your bedroom.
You can't see that.
It will ruin you.
"Lia, you're normally
such a sensible girl." She sighs and turns her back, then walks up the
stairs again.
My voice mightn't work but
my feet do, and I charge after her, leaping up those stairs two at a time. She
floats down the hall toward their room, and I run, run as fast as I can, and
grab onto her shoulder just as she tightens her grip on the door.
"Lia, will you drop
it?" She turns to face me. "I'm just going to see if your father is
home. What harm could I possibly do?"
My stupid voice is without
once again, and as I try to yell at her, to tell her that no, she shouldn't go
in there, that seeing what's behind that door will destroy her—
She twists the handle.
She opens the door.
And she screams.
And straight away I'm back
on the couch, hearing that blood-curdling noise that chills me to my very
bones, that signifies the start of the end of life as I know it. I race up the
stairs to try help her, to try and make it stop, but when I get there she has
collapsed in the hall.
She's broken.
And nothing I try to do will
fix that.
Lauren K. McKellar is the author of romance reads that make you
feel. She lives by the beach in Australia
with her husband and their two dogs. Most of the time, all three of them are
well behaved.
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