Well, I slept in today with it being a long weekend and hubby not having to get up for work. I figured instead of ranting and raving about the world’s problems today, I would take a break and post an excerpt from my current work in progress, “Edge of Glory.” Enjoy!
Edge of Glory excerpt ~ from Chapter 1
Picture frames were swept from the walls and were left in piles of shards on the floors down the hallway of their little house. A box of photos was dumped across the living room. A Jack Daniel’s bottle sat half-empty on the bedside table in the bedroom where Lindsay’s clothes were in a pile before the closet. She was silent as she stuffed her clothes into a black duffel bag and set her black guitar case beside it near the front door.
With a sob, she took down a red photo album from on top of the bedroom dresser. Her fingers ran one last time over every photo, every love letter and every scrap of their life together. Their prom photos, gazing adoringly at one another. Rex leaning shirtless on his Trans-Am, his tattoo-covered skin well-tanned in the summer sun, cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. Lindsay on stage, her noticeable red guitar and wild black hair. A group photo with their band and long-time best friends. Pictures dating back to middle school and the odd one from elementary grades. Inseparable then. Best friends and then the couple everyone thought would have been together forever. He could keep it. He could take it all back. She set it on the kitchen table where it couldn’t be missed, pulling her ring off her finger and setting it on top of all the broken dreams. No note. He didn’t deserve that much.
Four-thirty a.m. Lindsay didn’t dare think twice about leaving right then. She would have changed her mind and she knew it. She swallowed the pain clawing its way from somewhere inside.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. With a tear-stained face and her voice hoarse from screaming, she answered the door wordlessly. A bigger girl with blond waves and cat’s eye glasses and wearing her PJs looked at Lindsay sympathetically.
“Hey,” the girl said sadly. “I got here as soon as I could.”
“Thanks, Jade,” Lindsay said. Devastation sent pain shooting through her stomach. She couldn’t think straight between the heart break and the whiskey.
Jade gave her a tight hug, holding her for a few moments longer than normal. “And to think we called you crazy for thinking Rex would ever cheat on you.”
“Surprise,” Lindsay said sarcastically. “I am not as crazy as I seem.”
“Oh I know,” Jade replied. “Are you ready? You can come stay with Sarah and me. As long as you need to, sweetie. We’re here for you. Sarah’s waiting at home. She’s breaking out the wine.”
Lindsay gave a small smirk. “Oh please. The bottle of Jack’s I started earlier tonight is almost done. Wine isn’t fucking strong enough for this.”
Jade nodded. “I understand.”
“Let’s go before he gets home. I don’t want to see him right now,” Lindsay said, running a hand through her hair.
“Of course. Car is running.”
Lindsay was taking nothing with her than her clothes, necessities, laptop, cell phone, and her guitar. Rex could deal with everything else.
The growls of his truck echoed from down the street as Lindsay put her stuff on the backseat. Lindsay let out a sigh and glanced at Jade, who nodded at her to get in. Lindsay climbed into the passenger seat. Jade shot Rex a dark glare before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling away from the house. Rex got out of the truck and tried to stop them, then stood there, watching the tail lights fade into the damage he had done. Lindsay didn’t even look in the rear view mirror.