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An excerpt from my new book, Rosemary.

This book is a romance murder mystery based in the Midwest in 2007. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism. Thank you for reading!!

TRIGGER WARNING. this chapter contains mentions of domestic violence and grooming. Please take caution.

GIRL TALK.

Chassy sat at the ledge of the stained bathtub, dragging the razor up her leg in smooth patterns, shaving. Ammie, who didn't mind the blonde hair that covered her legs, stared at the mirror, adjusting the soft dusty rose lipstick that was smeared on her lips.

“Y'know, I'm happy you found someone Ams.” Chassy said, a soft sigh to end the sentence. Chassy washed the razor in the warm running water of the tub, eyeing Ammie.

“Well, that makes someone.” She sighed rubbing her eyes. Ammies father had just finished his regular screaming fest, this time, it was about Gabe. Ammie sighed, staring at herself in the mirror, her large brown eyes staring back at her.

“Y'know, you don't need to listen to that asshole…he's just mad because of Gabe's dad.” Chassy sighed, setting the razor on the side of the bathtub, now that she was finished. She dipped her toes in the warmish water that filled the tub below her.

“Mm…Gabe's dad is sort of a dick though.” Ammie chuckled, taking a tissue and wiping the lipstick off, deciding she hated the color.

Chassy stood and walked over, wiping her feet on the plush pink bathmat, that was now more of a rosey brown.

“You look good without makeup. One of the many things I'm jealous of you for.” Chassy said, fiddling with a piece of Ammies hair, staring at them both in the small bathroom mirror. The girls chuckled, and Ammie rolled her eyes.

“At least you look good in belts…” Ammie said.

Chassy scoffed in amusement. “Because natural beauty is somehow less important than my hips?” Chassy retorted, a goofy smile on her face. Ammie laughed, hip bumping Chassy.

“Don't act like you aren't gorgeous Chas…” Ammie said, eyeing the brunette. Chassy rolled her eyes, twirling around on the hard bathroom floor.

“I know I know, were quite possibly the hottest best friends in all of this shitty town.” Chassy said, resting her hands on Ammies shoulder from behind as Ammie continues to stare in the mirror, picking at her blackheads.

“Chas, how do you know when you love someone?” She asked, looking to Chastity, who was then giving her a small shoulder massage.

“Well, me and Kyler have been dating what? Three weeks? Whatever, were so in love. Its like having a crush, but like, 10 times more fuzzy.” Chassy swooned.

“Kyler is not what I meant..isn't he like 30?” Ammie frowned, turning around to face Chassy.

“Kyler is just…on my level. The boys my age simply aren't. And if not Kyler, who else would I be in love with?” Chassy smiled softly. Chassy, who was only 17, did everything possible to piss off her parents, and Ammie knew this. Of course, Ammie didn't think Chassy would go so far as to date someone twice her age. Ammie knew deep down that something was wrong, she always did. She knew when Chassy had a bloody lip, and she knew when Chassy asked to stay the night because Kyler was ‘acting weird.’

But Chastity Anne Ross wasnt one to back out of something, which was one of her greatest strengths, but also one of her biggest faults. Ammie sighed.

“I dunno… Your right I guess.” She shrugged.

“Just…be careful.” She said, embracing Chassy in a tight hug. Chassy chuckled.

“What would I have to be careful about?” She asked. Ammie knew that Chassy knew. Chassy knew, and Chassy didn't care. Because that was the only form of love Chassy knew from men.

Ammie sent her a warm smile, backing up.

“Wanna get high?” Asked Chassy, raising an eyebrow.

This is the end of this excerpt, thank you for reading!!!!

[gloomyjadee]

A sample piece from the book I'm writing, please leave nice criticism:))

Rosemary, chapter excerpt.

Ammie sighed, tugging the old worn pink dress that she scoured from her mother's old clothes. Paulie watched her fidget from her bed, tilting her head. Although Paulie wasn't related to Ammie, Ammie couldn't help but see the old neighbor as a grandmother.

Paulie eyed her, looking the slim girl up and down. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette before sighing.

“You look like your mama.” Paulie says before flicking the cherry off the cig. Ammie frowns.

“I wanna look like me.” She grumbled, scratching at the itchy linen dress that went down to her knobby knees.

“Well, put on something you then..getting things from your mam’s closet ain't helping.” Paulie states, shrugging.

Ammie rolls her eyes.

“It's not like I have anything…were going on a date. I can't just wear some shorts and a tee, Paulie.” Ammie says, fidgetting with her hair, the fried ends shifting in her fingertips.

“Borrow something from that Chastity girl. Shes got a whole lot of uh…pretty things.” Which was Paulie's way of saying she thought Chassy dressed like the town tramp.

Ammie rolled her eyes, scoffing, lifting the dress over her head as she turned to her own closet. Paulie, who was sitting on her bed, threw one leg over the other.

“Or…you could dress how you normally do. The boy likes you for you, not for Chastity.” Paulie says, taking another long drag from the cig in her fingers.

Ammie sighed, facing the mirror, her worn panties seemed like trash compared to the girls in the magazines she found under Gabe's bed.

Ammie never thought about stuff like that with last hookups, but Gabe wasn't a hookup anymore, was he? She put a finger in the waist and, snapping it back to her body.

“I feel rusty.” She says, turning back to the older woman.

“You look like you've been through hell, which you have. Ain't nothing to be ashamed of hon.” Paulie shrugged, standing up from the bed, dusting her pajamas pants from the ash of her cig.

Paulie walked over to the girls closet as Ammie grumbled incoherently. Paulie took out a long sleeved black shirt, that fit ammies small curves. She then shuffled around on the pile of clothing on the floor. She pulled out a jean skirt, which had been much too small for Ammie, barely reaching the tips of her thighs.

Ammie blinked.

“Ain't that a little…” Ammies words trailed off.

“Trampy? Mhm. But not as bad as that Chastity girl..god bless her parents.” Paulie grumbled. Ammie sighed, eyeing the pieces of clothing. She stepped over, picking up the shirt before tugging it on, the soft thin cotton clinging to her skin. She pulled on the short jean skirt next, feeling awfully self conscious about her legs. Which again, wasn't something she usually cared about. She turned to the mirror, and Paulie walked over, pulling Ammies hair up in her wrinkled hands. Pulling a black ribbon from her pocket, she tied the sandy blonde hair into a ponytail, making the ribbon into a small bow. Ammie blinked at herself in the mirror. She felt pretty.

“You look like a doll.” Paulie said, smirking

Thank you so much for reading, this will be a romantic murder mystery based in the rural Midwest, very lana del Rey trailer trash if ya feel me...anyways I'll be posting character boards soon, hang tight :))

[gloomyjadee]

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Jade

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-i write smut!! I will put content warnings on anything containing nsfw content <3

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