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okay so I had an interest in cute puppies and big fluffy dogs, but the rest of it, I could give or take.
Any school has to be better than the one I am leaving behind. The thought entered my mind and I flinched in shame. Schools,
Mam loved me, but she was weak and weary and didn’t put up a fight when Dad insisted I attend Ballylaggin Community School. After that, it got worse. More vicious. More violent. More physical.
Everyone had laughed, and I think in that moment I had hated the ones laughing at my pain more than the ones causing it.
Joey said they targeted me because I was good-looking and called my tormenters jealous bitches.
My older brother was the polar opposite of me in every shape of the word.
After the fifth or sixth time, I grew immune to the words.
at eighty euros per session, and having to censor my thoughts at my mother’s request, I’d only seen her five times before lying to my mother and telling her that I felt better.
That day wasn’t just my breaking point; it was Joey’s, too.
I could do that with Joey. He was the only one in our family I felt I could talk to and confide in.
But nothing happened.
A genuine smile and a nice personality went a long way.
I didn’t understand why they were shouting at her.
The fools ranting and shouting were the ones that needed to either up their game or put their rugby dreams to bed.
“Out of what exactly?”
She sniffled then, blue eyes watering, and something inside of me snapped.
this girl was beautiful.
“Can you save me?”
It was going well—right up until she face-planted on my dick.
“It’s like a pillow.”
There she went with the promises again.
“No one is going to say a word about you.”
“Nobody is going to open their mouth about it.”
Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
I took this as my cue to get the fuck away from her minor daughter.
“Shannon, I don’t know what to do with you anymore,” the woman sobbed. “I really don’t, baby. I thought this place would be different for you.”
Fuck them all.
“Because it’s my fault they’re ruined.”
In a way, my childhood was robbed from me because of my ability to play rugby.
Actually, they were worse.
“Not that I was including you in that statement.” Sniffing, I looked him up and down slowly with feigned displeasure before adding, “Yeah, you’re not an issue for me.”
“She’s just too good for you.”
“The Academy teaches us that.”
“I would love a reason to tear your fucking head off.”
“And that, folks, is how you sign your own death certificate,”
I didn’t like, couldn’t cope, and wouldn’t put up with him talking about her like that.
“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
I’d rather cut my poorly functioning cock off than I let myself fall into that trap.
See, I had it all planned out.

