When Worlds Collide (The Collide Series Book 1)

by Millie Belizaire

“What I’m sayin’ is... It’s dozens of fast-ass girls downstairs that would have chosen to fuck that nigga. The fact that he saw your clueless-ass and decided you were the one...” Kain shook his head. “It’s fucked up. It’s damn near child molestation.”

“People age depending on their circumstances. Some people become adults faster than others.”

I knew it was stupid of me to think of my identical twin sister as prettier than me, but she just… was. Morgan had an aura that genetics couldn’t cultivate. She walked with an air of confidence that I could only hope to gain a fraction of someday. It made her stand taller. It made her prettier.

I didn’t want to try criminal cases, I wanted to prevent them from ever happening.

“You ordered a burger at a seafood restaurant.” I squinted judgmentally. “Who does that?”

My husband use to do weird stuff like this

“So seafood, huh? I’ll make note.” I smiled. “Compiling a mental list of things that I like?”

☺️

“Nah… Just addin’ that to the list of reasons why this wouldn’t work.” My smile faded at the blunt delivery of his words.

He go from having us cheesing to instantly wanting to choke him 😒

You could have been all, ‘Hey, lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear.’ I would’ve been all for it.”

“I wanted you to be sober for this.”

😁🤩

“If you don’t want to do something, speak up. And do that shit unapologetically,” Kain said looking at me over his shoulder. “If a guy gets mad at you for that, or makes you feel some type of way about it, that’s not the nigga you should be fuckin’ with anyway.”

“I asked her to get off my lap, and then we just talked, sittin’ along the shore. Things cooled off for me eventually and the conversation continued. No harm, no foul.”

🥹

Just like the way he slowed down his steps to keep himself from walking ahead of me, Kain managed to do the same thing in the way that he touched me.

“She was beautiful,” he said quietly against my lips.

I ain’t fat. I have bulky bones. Full of fuckin’ calcium!”

Not bulky bones 😂

Somewhere between meeting Kain at that party to now, he’d developed a soft spot for me. I could see it now, clear as day.

Kain was that gift you still managed to have fun with months after Christmas, while every other present had been lost or tossed aside. Every look, every touch, every kiss… still just as novel as the first.

“Baby, I’m not mad at you,” Kain interrupted. My heart fluttered. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Kain had just called me baby for the first time.

“What if I’m more like him than you realize, and… and you’re just the exception?”

“What if the person I am with you is nothing like the person I am when you’re not around?”

“I’m on the border of two entirely different worlds right now. There’s your world… and then there’s mine. I can’t just pick one. The person I am with you just wouldn’t survive in my world. The person I am with them… would scare a girl like you to death.”

“What happens when those worlds collide? Who would you be then?” “I’m not tryna find out,” Kain responded after much thought. “It’s a lose-lose situation regardless.” “Well, that’s disheartening,” I expressed. “Doesn’t really set the foundation for a promising future.”

If this were a soap opera, this would’ve been the part where the frame froze and the music and credits began to roll. Viewers would have to tune in tomorrow for the next installment of my messy ass life.

Lol right at the moment youre holding your breath and then have to cuss the tv out

“That’s it,” Kain encouraged as my breathing slowed. He reached out, caressing my cheek with a gentle thumb, completely oblivious—or just indifferent—to how this visibly agitated my father. “Mm-hm, that’s my girl.”

Kain is NOT worried bout your dad girl

“If you met Kain over spring break, then the majority of your relationship was long distance because of school. And now that he’s in town, you’re grounded. Honey, you’re not his girlfriend. Y’all are pen pals.”

Cierra grow up and go to hell shit. Working my damn nerves 🙄ugh

Kain doesn’t like me in spite of my dorky tendencies. He likes me because of them.

Kain didn’t need—or want—a female version of himself. He needed someone far removed from his reality. He needed a way to get away from it all. He needed an escape. He needed me.

“…I haven’t been afraid of Silas since I was eleven years old. By then, Silas had taught me to stare death in the face and smile at it. He can’t do anything to me that he ain’t already taught me to not fear. And he sure can’t do nothin’ to my family, ‘cause we got the same family.”

“One of my earliest memories is at age four. Three bodies piled one on top of the other. Just left in the middle of the dining room. I thought they were fake because their bodies felt harder than normal. Eventually, I was told they were real people, just dead. The following year I went on to tell my entire kindergarten class about it, not realizing this wasn’t normal.

💔

For two years after that, I got to experience what I imagine life on your side of the tracks is like. It was real nice. Gave me a whole new outlook on life. It made me a human being.

So from me, he only accepted letters. Never wrote me back, though. Instead, he’d just return my original notes, marked in red pen, fixin’ my fuckin’ grammatical errors.

🥺

Uncle Vance made me human. A human in a city full of fuckin’ demons. There’s a part of me that genuinely feels like Vance ruined my life. But deep down I know he saved it, too.”

🥺🥺🥺

I wasn’t afraid of my boyfriend lying to me. I was afraid of him telling me the truth.

“Yes, you’re horrified of my past, but you see beyond it just enough so that you can see me. That’s more special to me than a high tolerance for the ugly. It’s also much harder to do. You easily see the hardest-to-find parts of me, and remind me that they’re there.”

Got damn Kain ❤️

“I didn’t go to El Salvador, Mr. Jean-Baptiste. Actually, I ran away from home.” I think I temporarily lost my mind.

Tell it all then Lauren sad